Because.

I will be successful. I am a hard worker.

I would like to say that I will be successful because I am a hard worker, but as was drilled relentlessly into my brain during my Intro to Statistics class last year, “correlation does not mean causation.”

And here’s why:

I will be successful because I am a diligent worker who fears failure. Maybe.
But I will also be successful because I was born in an age where women are encouraged to become educated and strive for success.

And I will probably be successful because I was born in a country where education is a national priority and a city where resources are plenty.

I will be successful because I was born into the home of two college-educated, supportive parents who will always prioritize my opportunities over their own and who refuse to let me fail.

I will be successful because it was never a question of whether or not I would go to college, but where.

I will be successful because I had the benefit of attending private schools where it was nearly impossible to slip through the cracks.

I will be successful because I have had the opportunity and the means to partake in unpaid internships merely to pad my resume, while others cannot afford such a luxury and are busy working two or three part time jobs merely to afford a college degree.

So I can say with a fair amount of certainty that I will be successful, and when people ask me how I achieved my success, I would like to say it is because I am a hard worker. Because I am.

But it is not.

I will be successful because I was given every opportunity to become successful.

I will be successful by default.

And when I become successful, I will be praised for my hard work and dedication.

And when those who were not given every opportunity and those who were allowed to slip through the cracks do so, we will not remember the two part time jobs they juggled to attend college or the sister they helped raise because their parent struggled with addiction.

We will only say, “work harder.”

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