As Your Future is Mine

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I’ve never doubted
that we share
intricate details
that we never knew
we had in common.

That connection
when I least expected,
when my friends
left the field,
you were there
to keep me company.

You, stepping away
just enough from
your side of the fence
to give me a hand
and pull me up.

Thanks, for being kind
and not holding grudges
after debates or arguments.

You enrich my world
with your views and
I hope that I enrich
yours.

In the end, who are we
but souls who are longing
to reach one another in
harmony breathing love
into each other. …


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Have you ever had the feeling that people pass intermittently in and out of your life when you come into alignment with who you are? You meet certain people at different points in your life. They leave an impression on you. You share a deep connection. But, each time, just when you start to feel that you love being with them, then one of you starts to grasp for the definition of your relationship. Suddenly, somehow, circumstances pull you apart again.

This cycle continues until the next time that you come into alignment with yourself in your life again. …


A poem about conversation

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My extroverted muse is
listening intently, trying
to anticipate a gap
in the conversation
to interject with
something interesting
to say.

But, as the sun shone
on my face, the warmth
blinded me for a split
second, I couldn’t focus
on the small talk.

As important as these
words are in daily life,
and as much as I saw
smiles on everyone’s faces,
relating to one another
in a way that we haven’t
been for months during
Covid, I was side-tracked
by dancing blond babies
next to us.

As they spun around in
circles, stirring up grass,
they were painting the
cloudless blue sky with
intimate colors. …


A poem about the whole person

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A tingle travels
from the depth of your neck
down your spine,
sending a shiver that casts
a shadow on your buttocks.

You notice the dream
of her that awakened,
stirred, and released
magic in your mind.

It’s like turning on
the tap to your heart,
the edges of a flood
that inches ever closer.

You notice yourself
morphing into a star,
rolling thunder in
the galaxy.

One with the universe
you lay in truth
this night.

This poem was inspired by the concept of the Familiar Stranger by psychologist Stanley Milgram. In our world of social media networks, it’s easy to feel the presence of that familiar stranger with repeated exposure. In real life, we are more likely to say hello to that familiar stranger because our subconscious has already been in contact with them repeatedly in the past. With technology, anyone can become that familiar stranger or become a consequential stranger. These ties might be loose, but the encounters affects a person’s sense of belonging in the world around them. The “truths” reflected back at the person inspired by a familiar stranger’s encounters can be no less potent than other encounters. What would happen to a person to have only “short term” familiar stranger encounters and never really truly belong in the real world? This is how a person’s consciousness merges with the star, the universe, but never truly belong to the person. These are my thoughts. …


A poem about the tug of your passions

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I was trying to find
the process when I
should’ve been listening
intently in the silent
mornings, when I’m simply
sitting with the myraid of
emotions that rise up
from exhausting sleep.

The answer lays in the pull
of energies within you
and not above you or
outside of you.

But the answer is not a
crystalline object, it’s not
a presence, or something
that begs for a description.

The answer is the map of
that totality of your
consciousness.

It can be found only when
you want to be conscious,
for the duration that you
are conscious.

It is independent of the
balance of chemicals. …


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One of the hallmarks of trauma recovery is this moment towards the end of your journey when you recognize how far you’ve come. It is almost like a flash of lightning that tells you that you are now an emotionally healthy individual. You never thought this could be your identity. You’ve inherited this identity slowly while working hard on your issues.

As you emerge from the fog of indecision, you face the new therapist and tell her that you no longer need her because you’ve spent the last ten years working on your issues. …


A poem about progress

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I am one more step
forward today for
recognizing that
my life has shifted.

The weight that long
lifted, allowed me
to gain immense
heart strength
to carry on,
despite the
uncertainties.

I no longer need to
analyze heart
situations.

I am simply the heart
that beats forward
everyday.

The memories of the
past, though tempting
to savor no longer defines
who I am today.

I am who I am today
not because of my past
but because of my future.

That future is determined
by the strong core within.
It is determined by
incremental progress
everyday.

During heavy hurricane
induced currents that
can topple ships,
I have faith in finding
my way to shore.

To savor and share these
dark experiences are as
sweet as sharing the ones
that light up the sky.

There are no shortcuts,
no compromises
for a life well-lived.


#2 Be creative with how you structure your day.

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During this pandemic, not many work-from-home parents attempt the impossible task of “homeschooling”. It seems to be an additional added layer of complication that parents don’t want to deal with. I was that parent, too. At the end of the summer, I asked myself, “Do I want to send my child to school or have him sit in front of the Zoom?”

Even when Zoom was frankly an enticing option as I rationalized how it will force my son to master the art of “sitting still,” I couldn’t bring myself to enroll him in virtual pre-K.

Instead, I opted to “home school,” my son, like many parents in my district. I ordered teaching curriculums and bought workbooks. Then, I invested in the right learning materials so that he’d work on his academic skills through hands-on activities rather than over Zoom. …

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Jun Wu

Writer, Technologist: Tech|Future|Leadership (Forbes-AI, Behind the Code)

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