I’ve always stumbled on great wisdom in my readings of the
greats of the literary world. & Shakespeare has always been a favorite,
even though I don’t read him as much as I would want to.
When I graduated from high school, there was one thing that I
knew about myself – I might not have the best grades, I might not be beautiful,
but I’m destined for greatness.
Sound a little too full of myself, don’t I? Well, I never
was. I just never believed that I was an average human being. Maybe I had to
believe that I was bigger than everything around me, that I was larger than
life in order to overcome some deep insecurity. But then again, I’ve never really
been insecure about much. Yet, I always believed that being average was beneath
me.
Then I started my undergrad & from the very first day,
with just one or two exceptions, people who I thought were my friends seemed to
take it upon themselves, however unconsciously, to disillusion me, to force me
to be average. And for a while they succeeded. I did believe I was nothing more
than an ordinary girl going through the motions of life like so many before me.
But now, 5 years later with still another year to go before I
finish my undergrad, I believe again. I believe that I am greater than all of
this, greater than all the petty issues that have plagued my life for the past
5 years, greater than all the people who strive to go unnoticed, greater than
this small life I’m living.
I might not have the best grades still. & I might not be
motivated enough to do something about them. But they don’t define me. I am a
good person, a good friend. I am someone who lights up a room when she walks
into it. I am someone who makes friends wherever she goes. I am someone who is
brimming with talent and only needs a nudge in the right direction. I am
someone who dreams & loves without holding back. I am someone who is larger
than life and someone who is destined for great things, someone who will change
the world someday.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, because a
smooth sea never made a skilled sailor. And I’ll be damned if I am going to be
dragged down into the trenches to work with the “average” when I am destined to
rub shoulders with giants.
“O to have life henceforth a poem of new joys!
To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on, float on!
To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports,
A ship itself, (see indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,)
A swift and swelling ship full of rich words, full of joys.”
To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on, float on!
To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports,
A ship itself, (see indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,)
A swift and swelling ship full of rich words, full of joys.”
- “A Song of Joys” by Walt Whitman

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