Human Potential: You Live the Life You Settled

Though his standards were low He was not below I don’t want my epitaph to warp my true nature. I believe that epitaphs should reflect the person and not the person's one-time-only achievements. This epitaph I thought of reflects my personality and the way I live my life. My high school is crammed with a bunch of students who have high standards for themselves. The only thing they seem to be concerned with is standing out, having the best grades, and hold some sort of "leader" position all for the sake of getting a better chance of getting into their dream college. My low standards and "colorful" grades is a rejection towards this fever for ascension. But even with my low standards, I obtained a role in my school despite not having the best grades or the best personality. Though this epitaph might sound boring it reflects my ideal and me as a person very well. By the way, this whole blog is graded and the word limit for this specific passage is 150 to 40...

-Ben Jonson: O rare Ben Jonson I did some light research on the “O rare” part. It seems that no one is sure what it means. I find this epitaph interesting because it is a quote that can mean many things. Apparently, Ben Jonson wrote a play and “O rare” was in it. Or this epitaph can simply mean that Jonson was an excellent playwright. -Martin Luther King Jr.: Free at Last, Free at Last Thank God Almighty I am Free at Last This epitaph is straight out of MLK’s “I Have a Dream” speech. This epitaph pretty much sums up what he was dedicated to during his whole life. It brings hope. Just like the man himself.

If I were to pass away tomorrow, my parents would probably be very upset--especially my mom. My parents would probably remember me as someone who had potential but never truly used it. My mom would always tell me that I can do things if I wanted too. My dad would probably think similarly as I am supposed to be his first child to go to college. My brother would probably be in disbelief. My brother is very similar to me when it comes to viewing other people. He would remember me as a nagging older brother who always tries to force him into strange hobbies and interests. My grandma would be in despair. Out of all of my relatives outside my immediate family members, my grandma is the closest one to me. She would remember me as an adorable grandson who would draw a bunch of pictures for her. My cousins will probably be very depressed. Especially my younger cousins. They really liked it when I would play with them.

If I were to pass away, I don’t know what exactly what my friends would call me. However, I know that many think of me as a goofball. That is the character I made for myself in high school. But I don’t know what they precisely think of me. Right now, my best friend has to be “J”. We play the same games together and have spent a lot of time with each other since junior year. “J” would probably say that I was a very hyper person and probably a little annoying.

I do not pursue anything that puts me in an awkward situation. While I feel initially better it regret some of these inactions over time. One of these inactions is re-bonding with old friends. Discouraged by my former best friend, I stopped and never approached him again. My grades are also on the several inactions. I don’t expect anything great from myself and don't try to achieve score better than I have now unless I am required to do so. The funny thing is, even though I am aware, I still can’t and refuse act on it.

When I entered high school, I was ecstatic to finally see my old friends again. I was extremely excited to talk to my best friend from elementary school. But when I approached him and I talked to him for a couple of minutes, but he looked at me blankly and somewhat confused. I realized that he did not remember me and found it very strange for a "stranger" to know his name and just start a conversation with him. I quickly closed up the conversation and left. I regret that I didn’t have the courage to pursue in re-bonding with him, so I decided to become an extrovert. I was hard to open up. I felt like I was making myself bare to people I didn’t know. But I gradually became used to the openness.

Emotional plateau. This is what I developed at the end of my emotional nomadic life. When I got into middle school, I knew nobody in my school. My old friends from elementary school were going to school at different middle school and I got the chance to talk to them. Because of this, I felt isolated from the rest of the students at my new school. I had friends, but I couldn’t make any friends as close old friends. This isolated feel developed into a more reserved and somewhat detached feeling inside of me.  It was hard to open up and fully express myself. I felt like I was making myself bare to people I didn’t know. The strange pressure from the demand for good grades also pushed this isolation Almost everyone thinks a B is a “bad score.” I felt left out as I had little As, some Bs, and some Cs. I came to the conclusion that I was not like everybody else and my standards are different. I felt the need to make it known to others that they should not expect anything spectacular from ...