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The life of a slacker

I'm not an idiot

I know I'm gifted 

I know I seem like I don't allow myself to fully grasp my potential 

Say what you wish 

I have a method in my life that has worked

Sell your self short 

But exceed all of your expectations

And when I follow this mindset

I see I'm happy

Is that not what we all are looking for

I just find myself exceeding with simple expectations 

And slowly building my skills 

 

I am not an average kid

I am not the kid that wishes to be more

I am happy

That's all there is

I'm happy 

When I started writing 

I had little to no expectation

All I knew was this simple act made me logical

But look at me now

I'm using this simple tool to not just improve my self worth 

But my projection 

What others see

 

That’s who I am

I don't do something just to exceed

I do it because I want to

When I exceed I do not say 

"I will be better"

But instead I just do

Learn

Progress

Watch something

Of which I had no expectation

To thrive  into a life style

A thing not to be my soul 

But to express it  

Not to define me

But to mold my definition

 

But with me finding things I love

I also see people trying to use my love 

Try to make my love into something more

With these new expectations

It makes it all worse 

Instead of just letting something progress naturally 

And fully

I try to exceed to become what their eyes see

To be what gives them hope

And when I do not meet these expectations

That's when I tell myself I've failed

When I say, "just go back, 

Go back to what made you happy"

And so I throw all expectation down and regress

Not because I'm scared of progress 

Just that progress isn't what makes me happy

It's the simple process of being

I fall in love with

The present 

If it leads me to a place so be it

But I like to get there my own way

And time

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Written by
rangzona
American
Published
Mar 6, 2012
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Notes

This was my response to a teacher raging on me for dropping his AP History class

And yes I did give it to him

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