YOU Choose What You Believe

Bethany - Rolling Meadows, Illinois
Entered on May 11, 2009
Age Group: 18 - 30
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The clichés regarding the years spent in high school exist in a vast quantity. These will be best years of your life. And the ultimate: high school drama never ends. I promised myself whereupon entering high school that I would not let myself become subject to the associated drama. I made close friends, and those friends began dating. They all seemed quite happy, on the outside.

My one friend began dating a junior her freshman year of high school. This relationship lasted a long and rocky two years. Each school morning, I could see her eyes, puffy from crying, but more importantly, that she wasn’t happy. When the end finally came, I was relieved for her, but I also knew that the months following the break-up would be rough.

I often was awakened by late-night phone calls to soothe a girl whose face was regularly wet with tears. I had never known an abusive relationship or, for that matter, how to deal with the conclusion of one. I offered my best, seemingly naïve, advice and prayed that she would find contentment in her life.

As the school months passed, my friend grew to discover meaning in her own life as a single and matured significantly. I then entered a relationship that also took a wrong turn. I wondered how the roles could have possibly been reversed so quickly in such a short amount of time. I was now the girl whose face was habitually damp with tears, placing late-night phone calls to close friends.

Another of my friends called me late one night and asked me a simple, yet beautiful question. “Do you mind if I pray for you, with you?” Tears streamed down my face, for yet another night, as my friend asked that God wrap his loving arms around me and make me known to the superiority of His love.

The philosophic words of Eleanor Roosevelt will always stay with me, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” I have learned through the inevitable and unavoidable high school drama that you have the ability to decide your outlook on life. I spent too many days feeling unloved and insignificant to not realize the power that everyone possesses within themselves. You choose what you accomplish, who you become, and whether or not you have a good or bad day. You can not allow some one else to dictate your frame of mind. You are the director of this play called life. This I believe.