We're all part of the masterplan.
The ability to avoid mistakes for as long as possible is treasured, but the ability to react and recover from adversity is necessary. My ability to avoid mistakes has failed me on occasion, like that ability tends to do, but my ability to recover has never let me down. Often, it outperforms even my own expectations. At midnight on September 10, 2007, the surrealistic setting in which I existed was shattered. My friends, my teachers, my life was completely erased in an instant. She hit me first, and several times, because she wanted my opinion and I gave it to her. What happened next could be called self-defense, or it could be called retaliation, but either way, fighting is against the rules and it doesn’t matter why. I withdrew from Mercersburg Academy within 24 hours.
Two things happened. The life I was so happy with was taken away from me, and my new life began. Slowly but surely the empty spaces filled themselves in, almost of their own volition. My friends have been restored, to a point that I could never have even imagined possible. My teachers have been substituted, but certainly never truly replaced. My life is nearly rebuilt. I’ve reconciled my past and secured my present, but my future remains entirely unknown. The only punishment that I haven’t been able to deal with is the mystery of what the future holds. I don’t doubt that my mistakes can be forgiven, for they already have been by so many people, including myself. After everything that’s happened, I can reconcile my past and get over it. I harbor no feelings of ill will toward those that intentionally hurt me, no regrets for lessons I’ve learned, and no unhappiness over my own failures. The pieces have all been picked up; now it’s just a matter of solving the puzzle.
I tend to argue that this trait of mine derives from my analytical mind. A relentless love for strategy games has taught me valuable analytical life lessons. Evaluate the risks. Pick your fights. Persevere. Refuse to stagnate. Never grow complacent or content with the status quo. Always do something. Never ever give up. Just like in life, these lessons come with their price, and I’ve paid my fair share. “Experience is the hardest teacher, because she gives the test first, and the lesson afterward.” Lesson learned. As a result, disappointment is no stranger to me. I’d rather make my mistakes now and learn from them than make a critical error later in life and have no idea how to remedy it.
I can’t pretend to be emotionless. Reality showed up quickly. It was terrible. The Ancient Greeks believed that only through human suffering could one gain wisdom. I believe that holds true. Yes, I’m upset at what happened, and distraught over the consequences. However, I’m glad for the wisdom I’ve gained. I’m elated at the experiences I have taught myself to avoid. I am nothing short of jubilant to be done with that past, and moving on to what I know for sure will be a better, brighter future.
On that note, ACCEPT ME TO YOUR SCHOOL! any thoughts? I have about two weeks to make it stop sucking. go!