HeyJaredY ME JOURNEY
A collection of my life's reflections, thoughts, affirmations, observations and opinions through my poetry and narratives.
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PILLAR OF THE PAST (opens the original)
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When the party is over,A box sits patientlyJust waiting to be opened.Once today’s leaders depart,Their voices linger onBecoming yesterday’s echo.Right before opening it,Tomorrow’s leaders pauseAs if they could stop time.In quiet moments alone,They question what’s insideBefore unwrapping the box.Under the wrapping paper,A large puzzle appearsBegging to be assembled.Hoping they’ll keep their balance,Building upon what becameThe strong foundation we built.We told tall tal
THE KUROOBI (BLACK BELT) EARNED OUTSIDE THE DOJO (opens the original)
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When most people think of karate, they picture punches, kicks, blocks, kata, or sparring. Those are certainly part of the journey. They are the visible expressions of the art. Yet some of the most enduring lessons I carried away from the dojo had little to do with technique and everything to do with character. Karate taught me to bow. Not simply as a ritual, but as an acknowledgment that respect is the foundation upon which everything else rests. We bowed when entering the dojo, bowed to our ins
THE FRAGILITY OF UNITY (opens the original)
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I know exactly where I was that day,Attending a scheduled monthly meeting,Composed of various professionals,For child care owners and providers.The large dark windowless conference room,Where fluorescent lights hummed above voices,Welcomed attendees with warmth in decor,And air cool enough to keep us alert.Guests arrived early, stood outside the room,Choosing to catch up with their kindred friends,Whom they shared professional backgrounds with.Sharing stories since the last month’s meeting.Just
GREETING THE GIFT OF A NEW DAY (opens the original)
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I greet the day,By watching the sun,Struggle through night’s slumber,Scramble up the horizon,Of where the ocean meets the land.Slowly climbing,Out of the white clouds,Forming a comfy bed,Capturing a good night’s rest,Not rushing to start a new day.Once the day starts,There’s no turning back,As there is no rewind,Just replayed memories,Flashing before my own eyes.I live each day,As much as I try,I squeeze in all I can,Hoping to fill all my life,With passions and experiences.E
TURNING THE PAGES OF GETTING OLDER (opens the original)
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The innocence of youth,Scatters my thoughts all over,Leaving me more questions of life.Age is just a number,High school seems like yesterday,I am older now than I thought.When my legs slow me down,Yet, my mind is still racing,Life has thrown me an evil curve.Each year is a struggle,Unfolding answers slowly,To questions I’ve long forgotten.The tears I cried today,Planted tomorrow’s flowers,Showing off all of its splendor.Simply reminding me,Find life’s b
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