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I Am More


I am not a number

I am more.

 

I am a rhythm

A clock

Circadian

A heart beat

The music inside me

I am a rhythm.

 

I am not a score

I am more.

 

I am a movement

an individual, it's like a nonreligious transcendentalist

a dancer, a prancer

an accidental fall

I have a purpose

I am a movement.

 

Who are you?

A number

A score

An A, B, C?

See, it's not you

It's how you were raised to be.

 

13 years in structured school

Teaching us only how to earn points and memorize stats 

But I want to be smart

An astrophysicist

An anthropologist

A pediatric psychologist.

 

I want

To own a home

Lease a car

Pay my bills 

Invest my money 

Where do I learn to do that?

 

Look into your future

Inside your dreams

How do you get there?

How do you find what seems to be impossible?

Let me tell you

It's possible.

 

Education

filled with learning

filled with actual learning and motivation

It's a structure, but it's a home

It's a routine, it's a family

It's in your head.

 

You create your setting.

The glorious day with a smile on your face

And you already become more

When you want education, you'll find it

You'll find it with passionate teachers and summer camps

Or clubs and sports and AP Stat.

 

And when you push yourself forward, you'll feel pressure backwards 

But it won't drag you down if you don't let it

It's a choice you make.

You'll be here anyway

It's the day that you walk across that stage and see the smile of your peers and

Realize that although you're still here, you're moving forward.

 

I know that i am more

Than my eleventh grade AP test scores.

I know that I am more

Than my homework

Than my scars

The number of marks that are on my arm.

 

I know that I am more

Than I rank 

My GPA

Or any standardized test that I took on a Saturday

Than the number of hugs that I give if I cry

Or the number of graduates that will say goodbye.

 

Because at the end of the day 

(Or right here

Right now

Whatever cliche)

I know I can say

I am more. 

 

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Meggiendtheferociousbeast

{full of good intentions knotted with small disasters & a firm believer in capturing all the little moments}. also, root beer floats, camping by the Yamunatri of Uttarkashi, somehow collecting a small success and audience for my writing and photography, picking flowers in Kolkata with my grandmother, traveling across the world for people that I love, sneaking into swimming pools that belong to neighbors, laying on roofs with best friends just to share a sunrise, running in the mornings and feeling like the sun beams are turning me gold, home-made Shirley Temples for reruns of House episodes, warm wine skies of evenings in Agra, the echo of a jazz melody pouring in through careful crevices like french windows into your soul...

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