There is no life, no life without its hunger;
each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
but when you come and I am filled with wonder;
sometimes I think I glimpse eternity.
Secret Garden, You Raise Me Up
While projects like highways are meant to propel growth by making areas more accessible, they can also eradicate what makes them worth visiting altogether, causing decline instead.
—Made me think of SCTEX.
I’d like to share this poem I saw in my old school. I remembered it a week ago while I was writing my thesis. Three is the passing grade in my school. The reason why it’s written this way —> T(h)ree — is because the form is adapted from the poem “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer. Enjoy!
I think that I shall never see
a grade as lovely as a three.
A three I’ve earned by blood and sweat
when failing is a serious threat.
A three I’ve prayed to God all day
knowing praying is the only way.