It goes like this: some of us were made for greatness in the world, some of us were made for greatness in ourselves, and some of us think we are just plain great. I believe I was the last of these, and at particular levels I still think this, but my experiences have changed my perspective, and maybe it should change yours as well.
The fact of the matter is that I do well in things. Not necessarily ALL things, but a majority. Math, Science, English, History, the Arts, Sports--the classroom was my oyster, the field my stage to shine upon. Above average all the way to excellent, there I was, smiling and important and praised. But you see, my world has broadened. It has expanded to encompass the best of the best, the toughest of the tough, the meanest of the mean. My classes grew teeth and what I once was is no longer good enough. It is mediocre, it is plain or it is down-right BELOW AVERAGE! I am being eaten for lunch and spit out in a pitful pulpy mess at dinner. An dnow my question is: have I just discovered who I truly am? Isn't it that we find out who we truly are in our moments of weakness and hardship?
It is a very abstract question, and hopefully the answer is not conrete but malleable and everchanging. It is my inclination to say that we are what we make of ourselves, and I shall stand by this. To think otherwise would be my downfall, despite it being true or not.
over and out.
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