From Ordinary to Extraordinary I may be just an ordinary girl, but what does that even mean? Being ordinary according to the dictionary means to be someone with no special abilities or distinctive features. Well that just means that I am no one special right? Are you thinking what I am thinking? Well I guess that means I can't do anything important in life. Well that is wrong!! You can do anything you put your mind to. I mean that with all of my heart, I was there once but I took charge of my life and changed it. I came from a family with a dad who is a high school drop out, neither parents made it through college and we lived a hard life. I was taught hard work and to life with what you have. For the longest time I thought I couldn't be anything in my life. I was just going to be who everyone else thought I could be. Which for most of us usually means more negative that positive. There are a lot of people who have great families that push them to aspire to hig...
Strive to go from Ordinary to Extraordinary!! Remember in those hard times you are the only one that can change your attitude in life. If you feel like your drowning, swim. YOU are the one who chooses who you will become, it's your agency. Use it! This past couple month I have felt as if I was drowning, I was waiting for someone to notice and help me. But that all changed when I remembered, I decide I am going to be happy today, I decide if I let that bad thing ruin my day, I decide. It took a lot of conscious effort, but I made it. I woke up one day and realized I am going to change the world starting with me! Life is hard, I understand, but remember a little prayer can go a long way. Just an Ordinary Girl striving to be Extraordinary
Just an ordinary girl I am a thirteen year old lump of life... .I have no purpose, no reason, no not anything...... I am just an ordinary girl, and this is my story...... I walk through the halls of school I get those half looks, wow she's fat! Does she even talk to anyone. Living duel lives. At school I am a quiet shy person, I stick to the walls, stare at the floors, watch my shoes go by. I am a no body, no one notices. At home I am myself....or who I think I should be myself. I talk, I am open but does anyone really know who I am? I am a human being of billions of people, who even cares? Who am I? Do I even matter? What's the point to all this? No one cares about me. No one would even be sad if I left. I am a fat no good for nothing lump. I hate everything. I can't do anything right. Life just stinks, what the heck am I suppose to do here? Today I walked home from school slowly, depressed, determined that no one loves ...
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