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  • Middle Schoolers rarely have any idea where they will be in 20 or 30 years. Many have a thin outline of what might be a dream, or on rare occasion, a darker picture of where they might direct themselves. Maybe a major they wish to pursue, or even a job they hope to attain. But many of these students don't take a moment to consider the work, the hardships, or the obvious perils and pitfalls that are sure to come when you do so much as venture out of your own house. They jump from where they are today, an awkward mess of equal parts confusion and confidence, to when that jumble of hormones and mixed ambition finally take the form of what could pass as a responsible adult. I am no exception to this rule, though I often pretend I am. The only thing that seems to distinguish me from my classmates, is that I rarely think about the end result. It's all about getting there. This is vaguely comforting, considering the far-fetched dream I consider to be my future profession. I hope to become an actress. Not in movies, or on TV, but on stage. To be more specific, a stage in New York City. Growing up with an actor for a father, and a brother fresh out of college, I am well aware of the struggles that not only come with life post-college, but the stuggles that come with dedicating your life to performance. This is why the end result is never what I choose to focus on. Thinking about the journey, the series of events and coincidences that may lead to me finding myself on a professional stage, are far easier to think about than the slow decline after I finally reach my goal.
    Though the points I've made in this story so far may argue against this, I do consider myself an optimist. Not the kind of optimist that believes everything will work out for the best if I simply "follow my dreams" and "be myself". I see myself as the kind of optimist that believes that hard work will always have a pay off, however small. The kind of optimist that tries to see good, before the bad, no matter how romantic-comedy-esque that statement sounds. Many will, and do, consider this more naive than optimistic, but I have decided that I would rather be seen as naive, than as negative. I have also decided that no matter what direction my life finally decided to point towards, I'm keeping this outlook on life. The ambition I feel today will not be torn away as a result of age, rejection or the reality that is sure to come. Many say that as children mature to teenagers, and teenagers slip into adulthood, their outlook on life will change. Their innocence will become blotchy and stained. Their dreams and hopes will become duller, and their eagerness will fade. Many blame this own society, and to some extent I agree. But when it comes right down to it, your dreams can only be decided by you. No amount of pressure, hardships, or reality should change that. We, as human, are not meant to become less as the years creep on, and our lives stretch out. We are meant to become more. I believe in humanity with all my heart, and above all, I believe in humanity's ambition. I believe in my own ambition. My age, goals, and environment should only barely dictate my aspirations. They should play a minimal part in yours as well. Whether you choose to focus on the journey, the end result, or you simply let life take you where it will, the part of you that has a dream in the first place should not fade.
    As the poet Alfred Lord Tennyson so eloquently summarized,
    "That which we are, we are,--
    One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
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