They don’t tell us that we will have to miss things. Human things: birthdays, weddings, christening things,
funeral things. Things that we can never get back. They don’t tell us that we will hurt. That we will be angry, cranky, tearful, staring down an endless undulation of work. That our minds will ache like sore muscles after a marathon, all the time. They don’t tell us that we will be hungrier. That long hours of studying lead to emptier stomachs, or that the isolation of academia and working so damn hard will lead to emptier hearts. They don’t tell us how to fuel ourselves. That our body needs more food, more sunlight, more love, and that our minds need breaks and comfort and joy. That stress can change the body. They don’t tell us, because they do not remember what it was like. They tell us what it could be, what it will someday be. Someday, it will be placing a newborn baby on a mother’s chest and shaking a new father’s hand. Basking in the glory of a new life, of a moment they will never forget. Someday, it will be alleviating chronic pain. And they will smile at us, joyous, elated, radiant for a future without endless aches, and without hurting all the time. Someday, it will be arranging for proper nutrition, because injustices lead to empty stomachs and empty hearts, but we can help fill them. Removing hardships and meeting injustice with compassion can change the body. Someday, we will fuel ourselves. We will thrive in hospitals, clinics, and private practices, and we will heal others. But we will take the time to nourish our bodies and souls so we can repair others. Someday, but not right now. But for now, we do our best, and look to the someday. - Elana Galassi
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too often do we misplace
our suffering at the fists of those who suffer deeply within themselves. every heart bears a burden and every flame you have met or will ever meet was once a human being with a heart as light as the suffering that was better meant to be shared. so next time you touch the flames of a burning soul, do not fight the sufferer who stands before you, fight the fire that burns within you, open your fist to the flames and let your heart bear the burden that you may never understand, because no one has the strength to suffer alone. - Olivia Mobarakai A single star escapes the carbon haze
tonight – finally – my soul exhales until the last breath of air my ribs didn’t know they were holding onto launches its demands at the sky I cry at somepoint and the people of Harlem think I’m insane – I hear Okker saying, “she gets like this every time she sees a star” but I let them stare my mouth is too full of stardust to lean into the spotlight of the streetlight out of whats larger within us and pretend I am anything but in awe. -Olivia Mobarakai If I see you again
If I see you again I want to look into your eyes And say, “Hello!” If I see you again I’ll ask your name and Where your ancestors are from. I’ll tell you I loved seeing you In the hallway, passing by. And your calm face told me I would survive. If I see you again I’ll tell you your loud laughter During a lecture made my day. If I see you again I won’t make the mistake of Not looking into your eyes. I regret never knowing you. But if I see you again I will tell you I want to be a friend. —Mrittika Deb Many of us are runners,
We've been training our whole lives, How to outcompete ourselves Until the finish line arrives. Our mind is making progress, Gaining distance from our past, And our bod's setting records, While our Futures comes in last. Maybe each life is just a race A challenge we can't ignore, Running away from past regrets, Always chasing something more. Maybe its never ending And our race just travels on, With distance we find Comfort, But the struggles never gone. Many of us runners, We've been training to seek and strive For a way out of the world By which our liveliness can thrive. But many of us don't realize That the only way to win, Is to stop and look inside to see The only way out is in. - Olivia Mobarakai |
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