Love. (Poetic Description of Incompability)

Some days I wake up feeling like I can conquer the world. I wake up smiling and look at the clear sky with a peace of mind telling me that, even if I cannot conquer the world, at least I can try. I eat breakfast enjoying every bite like it is the first and last one, and I walk to the bus stop embellished by the morning sky and dew. I smile to every person who passes by, and greet my classmates with tight hugs and noisy kisses like I had not seen them in months. I enjoy helping and caring for people and even with the day's frustration or stress, I manage to stay positive. I can shake or overthink when eating or studying, but I hold onto a bit of joy like a rainbow across a cloudy sky. 

Other days, I wake up feeling like I cannot hold onto the world. I wake up with a void telling me that the world is too hard to conquer--not because it is against me but because I am not strong enough--and even the sun rays from my window fail to fill the void. I shake preparing and eating breakfast, and my beloved black coffee doesn't have its usual spark. Without intending, I send irritated looks and bitter remarks at my family and friends. I struggle to focus in class and my thoughts spin in a tornado of anxiety and self-doubt. Those days, I am unstable and furious like a lightning during a midnight storm. Yet, just like the lightning disappears and the sky goes back to its natural peace at dawn, my mind resets and slowly lets go of all its burdens.