Peace?
What is peace, Peace comes with the word that has no violence, but sometimes violence is necessary to keep things in order. Life as it seem and time keep slipping away. Days past and I don't try to look at the past but the past sometimes haunts you till the day you die. The summer days are just starting and the temperature of Iraq has led the summer nights to a mere 80 degrees. As I try to look at the stars I see a haze blocking the crescent moon as I try to look for the Big Dipper or other constellations. Time has past well and something is telling me that my time here is almost to an end.
Thinking that tomorrow will be a better day, my campaign here in Iraq hasn't been a bad one, making easy money, and easy going people to work with. What makes this deployment great isn't just the work that I do, but the people that I work for, and work with. Time and time again, you get a sense of belonging with the people you work, sleep, and eat with. You get a sense that its a family that shares the fights and the work that comes in from a day to day basis, and that is what makes us a family.
I try to answer life's questions over here in Iraq, and I feel confident that I can fully understand them in the most humble point of view. The days of tomorrow seem endless and the future limitless, yet sometime I wonder how life would be better and what goals I would want to achieve. It is like the part of Los Angeles that I have in my head that I love so dear. Yet people hate it, and I love it because to me Los Angeles is home. It will always be home and Hacienda Heights will be home to me.
I try not to compare myself to other people but I always wish I could know what people are doing back home. The struggles they have and the issues of what California brings. Working for peace I would always say is why I work so hard. To work so hard and live an honest life. A good man in my eyes to try to do the right things with the right intentions. To understand and give back to a community that some might not have the chance to do.
I wonder what goes through my head sometimes, I try to do things more than the power of one man. To think about the future and the goals set better than myself. Spending times and years to promote gloriously to my time for my Country and this state. Yet at times peace. The longing of a better tomorrow and everyday seems to be better each day. I feel satisfied and happy and yet I feel others don't feel the same way.
Maybe I'm just syndical in my own sense, and I'm not better than anyone else. That I am the one that is in the lows. But the sense of opportunity never change and I have lost touch to so many people I grew up in High School and yet the memories in High School has lost me. Maybe it was that I wasn't so close to anyone in High School. The days I live was some short of an outcast and yet I dream to one day make a difference to get some short of notoriety of where I came from. Maybe is that I'm still unsure of myself. Life seem to be a life learning experience and I still have lots to learn. Some people call me wise, some people call me kind, some call me cold hearted. But at times I am who I am with the lessons I learn in life. A man thats just trying to make a difference in his part of his world. To one day find peace...
Thinking that tomorrow will be a better day, my campaign here in Iraq hasn't been a bad one, making easy money, and easy going people to work with. What makes this deployment great isn't just the work that I do, but the people that I work for, and work with. Time and time again, you get a sense of belonging with the people you work, sleep, and eat with. You get a sense that its a family that shares the fights and the work that comes in from a day to day basis, and that is what makes us a family.
I try to answer life's questions over here in Iraq, and I feel confident that I can fully understand them in the most humble point of view. The days of tomorrow seem endless and the future limitless, yet sometime I wonder how life would be better and what goals I would want to achieve. It is like the part of Los Angeles that I have in my head that I love so dear. Yet people hate it, and I love it because to me Los Angeles is home. It will always be home and Hacienda Heights will be home to me.
I try not to compare myself to other people but I always wish I could know what people are doing back home. The struggles they have and the issues of what California brings. Working for peace I would always say is why I work so hard. To work so hard and live an honest life. A good man in my eyes to try to do the right things with the right intentions. To understand and give back to a community that some might not have the chance to do.
I wonder what goes through my head sometimes, I try to do things more than the power of one man. To think about the future and the goals set better than myself. Spending times and years to promote gloriously to my time for my Country and this state. Yet at times peace. The longing of a better tomorrow and everyday seems to be better each day. I feel satisfied and happy and yet I feel others don't feel the same way.
Maybe I'm just syndical in my own sense, and I'm not better than anyone else. That I am the one that is in the lows. But the sense of opportunity never change and I have lost touch to so many people I grew up in High School and yet the memories in High School has lost me. Maybe it was that I wasn't so close to anyone in High School. The days I live was some short of an outcast and yet I dream to one day make a difference to get some short of notoriety of where I came from. Maybe is that I'm still unsure of myself. Life seem to be a life learning experience and I still have lots to learn. Some people call me wise, some people call me kind, some call me cold hearted. But at times I am who I am with the lessons I learn in life. A man thats just trying to make a difference in his part of his world. To one day find peace...