Compositions of Light and Literature – JMH

We All Dream Big Dreams, We Work, We Die

As a child I dreamed of being an Astronaut

Then I watched the Challenger take a fatal flight

Being scared at a young age

I dreamed of other things

Of adventure

Fantasies boiled up within me

Then I wanted to be a doctor and help the sick get well

I worked in a hospital and couldn’t stand the smell

That antiseptic smell of money lingering in the halls

To join Medecins sans Frontieres

But I lacked the courage

My will disintegrated

I retreated inside myself

Bolted the door for two years and stared at the walls

Alone in my room I read thousands of books

I talked to no one

I meditated

I considered suicide two thousand three hundred and forty nine times

I never tried it once

I looked inside myself and destroyed who I thought I was

I stood up and walked into the sunlight

Not afraid of life

Not afraid of death

Now I am living as a soldier facing death everyday

And all I wish is that I was a students

Studying to make the world a better place

(death to comes to us all it is what we do with our lives that makes us men.)