One Person to Count on

I’m about 16 years old. That means I have lived for about 8409600 minutes. On paper, this looks like a lot. But in actuality, it doesn’t seem like that much to me. I haven’t driven a car, paid taxes, been to college, or even been out of the country. When I sat down to write this essay, I tried to draw on some interesting anecdote that would make my point, some interesting story that really connected to my beliefs. But I couldn’t draw on anything. I’m only 15, what experience could I have gotten in that short amount of time to show my belief? I’m not even sure what my beliefs are yet for the most part. But there is one thing I believe that doesn’t require any kind of story, or example of how I know it is true. I believe in myself. I am the result of all my beliefs, even if I don’t know what they are yet. I mold my life based on them, whether I realize it or not. Believing in myself is what helps me live my life, the necessity to getting through each day. Believing in myself is what gets me through the good times, and the bad times. No matter how bad things get, no matter how daunting of a task I have to complete, I believe in myself to get through all of it. Anything else pales in comparison to the importance of this. It doesn’t matter if anyone else believes in me, or likes the way I am. Because if I don’t believe in myself, then who does? If I’m not proud of what I’ve done, who I am, then who is? If I believe in myself, then the rest of the world will follow. No one else’s opinion matter’s as much as my own. If I’ve learned one thing from those 8409600 minutes, it’s that everything is always changing, including me. But no matter where I am or what I’m doing, I’ve always got myself to count on. And if I keep that in my mind, then I will always believe in myself, no matter what the circumstance.