As Foretold: The Legend

    The kingdom was once at peace as a collection of tribes, living in harmony with the environment around them... Though suddenly, nature birthed horrendous creatures which craved destruction. These monsters rampaged across the kingdom. Stomping villages off the map, feeding upon humans and their crops, leaving nothing behind but destruction and death in their wake... Humans fought back of course, but were no match for the supernatural might and large number of the monsters... However one day, a young warrior rose up. Wielding a sword which descended from the heavens. With the combined might of him and his blade, he slew hordes of the monsters, forcing them back. It is said that once he passed, he was buried with his blade and the monsters built a dungeon around him. To try and stop another hero from emerging and slaying hordes once more...

    I stared up starry-eyed at my mother. "Wow... Do you think another hero will appear?"

    My mother gave me a gentle smile. "Of course." She then stood up. "Sleep well, my young warrior."

Rapid Fire Greetings

    This surprise lightning round of greetings happened either in between periods or at lunch when I was a freshman in highschool. I was walking down a pathway and I saw the girl I had a crush on at the time. I had said hi to her, though she didn't hear me. Instead, another girl from a different class did. I greeted her in kind. Though another girl from another class responded. I greeted her as well. And another. And another. It almost felt coordinated, but was too random to be. By the end I felt like a cartoon character who had spun around too much. Whirly eyes and all. While the moment could have only last less than minute, the memory has lasted me years.

Discipline

    Some years back I made a poem titled Control. It was one of my earlier works and you can tell my relationship with control at the time. Though for now, I want to focus on one part of the poem.

    "Controlling your self to be your best self. Though all you control is how destructive your outburst will be."

    I confused holding yourself back with being disciplined. In holding yourself back, you don't allow yourself to authentically be. Hiding what could serve others and what others could find beautiful about you. While being disciplined is shaping yourself into what you want to be. The same way a sculptor shapes a slab of marble into a beautiful sculpture.

    In reflection of my own discipline, I remembered that line and wanted to give my updated perspective.

(Also, while giving my updated perspective, I would replace the word mastery with flow in that same poem.)