Every day of our lives,
every single day,
we're stuck with the thought of a "better tomorrow".
"Tomorrow",
the way the word rolls out of my mouth with a harsh tinge; harsh sounding,
an almost harsh idea given to it.
Tomorrow I'm going to be alive possibly.
Tomorrow I'm going to battle the same mundane tasks that life demands you follow through with.
Tomorrow is almost like the way a river flows,
a continuous stream of water.
Flowing,
flowing endlessly,
flawlessly;
with a sense of utmost ease.
But then you'd encounter rocks in the stream;
harsh, bumpy and irregular rocks.
What do you hear?
What do WE hear?
We hear the water;
flowing water,
continuous, endless, flawless water,
streaming past the rocks as if they weren't even there.
We are like a river.
A beautiful, tranquil river.
Mundane tasks show likeness with those same rocks.
We flow today,
we flow tomorrow;
continuously and endlessly battling those same rocks.
Just like you see a river flowing today,
you'll see the river flowing tomorrow.
by Sarah Barros (11B)
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