Words of a go-getter

We’re all blossoming go-getters in one way or another, whether we’re ten years old gluing the final piece to a macaroni project or 100, looping the last stitch onto a six-foot crocheted blanket. No matter our occupation, enthusiasm and pure eagerness is in our pursuit.

My father isn’t one to freely hand out advice, but there is one specific bit that I can recall him boldly admonishing for various scenarios: “Go get ‘em.” Straightforward, I know, but if put into action appropriately, these three words can be the reason for a life of successful simplicity. In my case, facing the real world, rather than a musty chalkboard in a tenth-grade classroom, is a chilling experience. My writing is the platform of my future and I plan to forge ahead without heeding any consequences. So, with that, my father’s words seemed to be the perfect mantra to reassure, motivate and inspire myself.

When not in school, I spend every available moment exploring through the concrete jungles of New York City. It is here that I create a recipe for empowerment. I spent my childhood believing that life would be devoted to relaxation and rest, but in my fifteenth year, I was able to prove myself foolishly naive. The city is chock-full of sharp-witted minds that I desire to camouflage with. I want to write a life for myself, but still have a jovial time while doing so. Unfortunately, I am cursed with a single burden: time. When formed with a purpose, school is a genuine nirvana, but it devours the bulk of my waking hours. Don’t get me wrong, I am a school enthusiast on almost every level (the “almost” insinuates standardized testing), but it degrades me of time to experience the presence of new people and real life situations. Being a go-getter, for me, is not achieving distinguished grades in school, but it is being open and exploring the underneath. I want to take the black and white areas and turn them gray with new perspectives.

There are things that high school does not teach: an eye for beauty, a consciousness for the world, and praise for human nature. But, it coaches the diligence and persistence that an achiever must qualify. I want to live in a world where it seems as if the Roaring 20’s or the height of equality never ended. Although, it is virtually impossible to make these envisions reality, I believe solely in one certain cliché: if there is a will, there is a way. It is the top line in a go-getter’s Bible and is the meaning behind my father’s vehemence.

So, even though I am bankrupt with time, I have a will. I have a will and a want to take my love for writing and transform it into a blissfully rosy life. I dispel the anxiety of time by remembering my youth. I have an unwritten life ahead and am only beginning to check off the boxes on my to-do list. The dynamism of what is to come may take me off course, but it will only bring new interpretations to the table. I am a go-getter for becoming a better writer, and I will one day achieve this. And after that, maybe I’ll become a go-getter to diminish standardized testing.

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