Here is my heart

My ‘Grand Plan’ honestly consists of trying to find how to achieve my potential. I’ve lived too long having people vote me as leader, most valuable participant, openly expressing their hopes for and confidence in my success, as if to congratulate me on some future accomplishment I don’t have. I’m beginning to wear thin from all the back-patting and well-wishing when I feel uncertain about what even makes up my future. At least now I know it holds high bars for me to surpass, just like they all said. How to get there? 

Become a soul. A real one. Who acts like it, and breathes in and out, extending arms to the souls who falter. Maybe as a lawyer, maybe as a psychiatrist, maybe as an educator in some hopeless high school, I don’t know. But if college will help me save these souls, this is where I must learn how to do it. If I can learn to think, feel, and solve here then here I will remain. Here I will learn to be a soul and to save my brothers in darkness. Here I will learn Rhetoric, here I will learn Philosophy, here I will learn Love, so that there, in my day of congratulation, I may give freely to those who need it. Maybe then, when I still haven’t reached those bars set before me, I can at least receive a praise I will finally deserve: a grateful heart, holding my hand, and saying, simply, “Thank you.”