Fears: not succeeding
Annoyances: people not caring, judging other’s passions
Accomplishments: learned a computer language, worked with a
college professor, achieved student of the month (haha)
Confusions: the prominence of sports in schools
Sorrows: not enough time for everything that I want to do
Dreams: to help get people to Mars, to change the world
Idiosyncrasies: I’m particular with my possessions
Risks: taking AP tests without taking the class
Beloved Possessions: my computer, my time
Problems: procrastination
What does success mean to you? We are asked this a lot, and
right now I have no idea. When I think about my fear of not succeeding, I don’t
imagine answering a question incorrectly in class or receiving a bad grade on
the test, I imagine not succeeding in life. This relates to a sense of purpose.
I need to find what life means to me, and this is a scary proposition. Am I
choosing the right path? What if I end up hating my job? Hating my life? These
may be the ramblings of teenage angst, but they should not be dismissed out of
hand, as I am sure adults face these same questions every day.
My current decisions affect the college I attend, which
affects the studies I pursue, which in turn affect my occupation and livelihood.
Answering “what do you want to be when you grow up” suddenly has become infinitely
difficult. I fear a wrong answer could render my life unsalvageable. At times I
want someone else to decide this for me, for executing one’s purpose sounds
much easier than finding it. My wish is that I end up happy and fulfilled.
Maybe that’s what success means to me, and I hope that more than one path can
take me there.
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