Cerenity's World

 Christmas is tomorrow, yet that sentence doesn't give me any excitement. Like of all times my life decides to be a mess now, the holiday season. Everyday I am asked to quit the one of two activities that makes me happy, basketball. Like what the hell dude?? "Basketball won't take you anywhere.", "think about the time you spend at basketball, you could be putting towards academics.", "you should focus on track; in track height doesn't matter.", "if you were a few inches taller you might be able to go somewhere." Like ummm hellooooo, how about the simple fact that basketball and writing are legit the only two things in this world that actually make me happy? How about the fact that without basketball I probably would have been a lost cause by now? How about the fact that through every change in my life, basketball has always been there, and never changed or given up on me? I can't quit. If I were to quit it would be like harry pott...

At this very moment I am getting a head start on my big question. I am asking different people, from different backgrounds what their deepest fear is. I will then categorize the answers into broad categories

Teachers don't care that you were up until 3 am completing the assignment; they care that it isn't perfect Your boss doesn't care that your babysitter flaked; they care that you're late Your coach doesn't care if you make every free-throw in practice; they care that you missed the one in the game No matter how hard you try or what excuse you have, in reality nobody cares. If you want better, you have to try harder. If you don't try, you're guaranteed to fail. If you try, and you fail, nobody is going to be there to pick you up and tell you it's okay. You have to do it yourself. You have yo be your own number one fan, because in reality even the ones who applaud you cringe at the sound of your success. No it won't be easy; get that out of your head. Life will knock you down time after time, and nobody will care "Why don't you just give up?", "haven't you learned your lesson?", "you can't do it". Y...

Why continue with life? Many people ask themselves this question everyday. They give themselves an answer that seems satisfying, but little do they know.... Every answer they give themselves ties into one. They believe deep within themselves that they have a chance to be successful. They believe deep within themselves that they have a greater purpose. They believe deep within themselves, that there is more to them than the emotional wreck that stares them in the face. So they wipe their eyes and paint a picture for society that seems nice, while their soul searches for the answer.  This person could be your best friend, your mom, your cousin, it could be anyone, and you'd never know it. People have become accustomed to hiding what they really feel and what they truly long to say. Painted on emotions hide what truly lies within. They're okay. They're not hurting. They're happy. At least that's what they are to us. They know endurance is what it takes. Endure the pai...

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." So my question is are we afraid of not being good enough or are we afraid that we're too good, and we won't be accepted for it?

I agree with Jessica, but not entirely. I think the theme of the poem is choice because he had the choice to stay illiterate, or to do something about it, and in life with every situation you don't like, you have the choice to just deal with it, or to change it. Also