I have been thinking about my life, about where I’ve been, where I am, and where I thought I would be. During my teenage years, I was something different. I was ahead of the game. I was accustomed to success. I was used to having a plan work, almost flawlessly. I had many opportunities and abilities that many others my age did not have. But I had many other responsibilities many others did not have, also. The list is extensive and of no value for the purpose of this paper. I do not mention these things in pride, but in gratitude and in an attempt to share what I have learned from my experiences.
I, like any other, wanted to be successful. I still do. But my idea of success has changed. I was homeschooled through middle school and the first two years of high school. This permitted me to begin college at the age of sixteen. It was an exhilarating feeling, being seen as older than I really was. The other students and teachers did not even suspect I was so much younger than the average student. I performed well. I earned good grades, often having the highest in the class. I wasn’t gifted. I was ambitious. I worked hard. I had a plan. My plan was to be finished with law school before I became twenty-five years old.
I should mention that I am very religious. For many people, religion is a Sunday thing, a sort of club. To me, religion is life. I believe there is a God, and I believe He wants what is best for me. I often pray to ask Him to guide me to become the most I can become. My plan was to become a lawyer and make a comfortable living for my future family. His plan was very different. Through a long series of complicated and unchangeable events, my plans were blown out of the water. I am twenty-six at the time I am writing this, and I am still working on getting a bachelor’s degree. When I kept facing setbacks, when I kept failing despite my repetitive and best efforts, I felt despair. I felt like I was falling short of what I could become. But I look back now, and I realize there is very little I could have done more to become better than I am, even if my plans had worked.
The experiences I have gained, both good and bad, have built my character and bettered my temperament. The friends I have made are ones I intend to keep forever. The times I had with family was strengthening. The events I saw as setbacks were pushes in a better direction. Had my plans worked, I would probably be benefited with a plush lifestyle, but I would not have the memories I have now of people I love. If my plan had worked, it would have been tragic, and I would not even have known it. I would not know what I had missed out on. Seeing my life from where I am now, I would not change anything. If my plan had worked, I would have riches of the world. But since God’s plan worked, and is still in progress, I have and am gaining riches of eternity.