Always positive, filled with energy and a can-do demeanor that treated obstacles like speed bumps; they were meant to slow you down not stop—so just move over them.
You pulsated light, now ever bright.
A beacon from a distance,
a lighthouse for persistence.
I look back and recall amusingly how our youthfulness tend to go against these sayings. How it tries to cling to an idealistic notion of love and romance.
A world where the young is left to fix the problems left behind by their elders.
When people see different races or ethnicity, I see humans.