I know about my past.
I think about the time that I clumsily tried to cut my own hair
With a pair of scissors meant to cut construction paper
I think about the day of my first karate class
And I think about the first time
When I saw a man dressed as a bat fight an evil clown
I know about my present
I feel excited and terrified to be a freshman once again
My body aches and tightens as I train for my black belt
And I struggle as I write a story
About a heroic superman fighting a force of evil
But it is my future that I am uncertain about
Will I make new friends in college?
Or work alone and in solitude?
Will I teach karate like I was once taught?
Or will my body be broken and weak?
Will I spend the rest of my days writing stories?
Or will I have to struggle for my every meal?
Will my future be the result of destiny?
Do I have to stumble around in the dark?
I do not know
And that is what scares me
But someone has brought me this far
I know that I couldn’t have done it alone
My only choice is to trust him about my future
And that everything will turn out for the best