Can I be honest? If I was given the chance to go back to high school for another four years, I would. Please don’t judge me, I’m not an idiot. There are so many things I realized only after I graduated, mostly the importance of having a chart-topping GPA. I don’t mean to be all Asian on you, but our society is so crazily obsessed with grades that you just can’t risk being a clog in the system. To be even more honest, I didn’t have a goal in high school. I found joy in being able to eat lunch with my closest friends, engage with my favorite teachers, and sense an uncanny excitement and eagerness to wake up every morning. I wasn’t concerned about my name being on the Principle’s Honor Roll or receiving awards and medals for research, athletics, and simply being smart. I wanted to be me, whatever that was. And I was. I literally stripped myself of emotions of competition and disregarded my yearnings to do better than what I had been doing. I wasn’t goal-orientated and I didn’t have a dream school unlike ninety percent of my friends. But, ironically, I think I’m doing okay. Yes, of course, excelling in high school would have been helpful, but life didn’t quite happen like that. And that’s okay. One’s dream is constantly evolving, rising and falling, changing course.
Do not be afraid to fail; I still believe this. But whether you fear it or not, disappointment will come. The beauty is that through disappointment you can gain clarity, and with clarity comes conviction and true originality.
I have a goal. Although I rather not publicly humiliate myself by telling others, I’m so incredibly glad I do.