Shakespeare School Essay Competition

The road to success - fails to exist

Once upon a time, my mathematics teacher came

dressed all in black and I curiously turned to my desk
mate: "I wonder who is she grieving for?". He bluntly
replied: "Herself."
For the past centuries, we have been flirting with the
idea of wooing the society we live in with the image
based on sheer auto suggestion. Depicting and
analyzing the final portrait, we can clearly see that the
person we created stands for nothing in our own eyes.
And yet, we call ourselves successful, instead of peckish
for standardization.
My sole purpose is to follow my own dreams, not to
be in thralled to success, as we all nurture it differently.
My portrait often goes for a rich dad, swimming in a
pool of money, but has the heart of the foolish young
son who went on making his dreams come true,
irrespective of the career it brings. I am made of a clear
contrast of ideas, raving for a definition of what I would
like to aim for.
And what can my parents learn from me? What can
the older generation see in us? That we never grieve
our failures. We never believed success means finishing
a specific task. Does success even exist as a young girl
with an infinite mind? And even if it does exist, we
never quite reach it. We always crave for more.