Ethni Abiy
Finally you are starting to do things on your own. Starting to build your character. The world through your eyes feels vast, daunting. So raw and real. You think to yourself, “I am so lucky to be just a small piece of this place.”
You wonder about your own future and because you are acutely aware that you’re nobody special you become preoccupied by the mystery that is the unknown, you try to make yourself feel better but it seems the best you feel is when this machine inside your head is on pause, when you’ve let go. You see things, people and by virtue of being a witness you’ve taken a side from what you think is your subconscious. You wonder if we’re really the drivers of our own lives and are stumped at the idea of good, cautious people being affected by things they never meant to happen either at a split second or painfully slow. You’ve become your own most loyal friend but despite knowing yourself for so long you stumble at the most surprising of times and it causes you to second guess yourself.
You think the world is so patient, so forgiving and abundant; even when it restricts it is only with the intent of giving birth to something new. It holds a mirror to you every step you take and is quiet enough that if you listen you can start to hear the answers. The answers that you’ve been waiting for, yearning for. The answers you never knew you wanted or thought you deserved to have. The future you are too afraid to want, the future that seems too good in tandem with the hands others are dealt. The reality that will be your existence. The fate that determines all of us. You want yourself to know that whatever you do you would have done well because you are beautiful and good. To have seen the world through your eyes and experienced it in all its grandeur – both blissful and painful – has been an equal honor. Because you are real.
Now I want you to come back to yourself. Or maybe you were always there. This is meant to normalize inner dialogue by simply acknowledging its existence. There is power in not feeling alone.
Amore fati.
by Ethni Abiy, ’25
Poetry, 2025
Major: Wildlife Conservation & Ecology
Trying to make sense of life as it comes.

