While my intelligence should not be defined by numbers on a page of cardstock, it is. I was okay with people judging me based on the numbers and not for who I was, because I didn’t know any better. Even when I did know better, somehow numbers seemed to dominate my self worth.
Try your best, do well, get a good education. How many times have you heard the same words? Be a doctor, be a lawyer, make money and save lives at the same time. I expect nothing less than your very best and if that falls short of a 99%... Then it becomes your fault.
It’s all too familiar and it’s all the same, everyone eventually feels this way; so burnt out and so dead. I wonder how many of you really do die because of all the pressure?
I could be a statistic one day, because so much is expected of me. When I truly believe I’ll never live up to it, why should I try? We all know that I will come up short.
I know it’s wrong to believe that these numbers mean so much. I know that I should be happy with an 86, because it tells me that I am better than average. I don’t mean to degrade anyone with a 70, but I have always been told more is expected of me.
I’m so sorry, if my competitive nature drives you away. Strip away the need to be perfect, and I’m sure I too could be a nice person.
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Reflection VS. Reality
PoesiaBEAUTY is always going to be at the expense of my health. INTELLIGENCE is always going to make me feel incompetent. WISHES TO BE better will only ever be wishes. TRUST is too dangerous to consider, FAITH is for those who require an explanation, MI...
