Accomplishments.
Have you made any?
Don't lie now,
getting out of bed each day is
an accomplishment,
no matter who disagrees.
I mean,
the bed is so comfortable right?
It has its own gravitational pull,
pulling you to it, refusing to let you go,
calling your name like a hundred sirens.
Refusing that calling,
that,
that, my friend is in itself an accomplishment.
No matter how small it may seem to you,
it may be an elephant to someone else.
Think of it this way.
What if someone has to walk with one paralyzed leg,
dragging it behind their body all day?
Its probably harder for them to
physically get out of the bed,
so when they do,
they might smile and feel, say it with me,
accomplished.
I, personally, feel plenty accomplished.
At the moment, to of my books are ranked
lower than 400 in ChickLit.
One, Hunter's Not So Bad Boy Heart,
hit #163 in ChickLit Friday or Saturday,
and another, The Power of Girl,
hit #327 today.
Get this.
I only just updated the book.
It hadn't been updated for about three months.
Yet,
it still ranked three times
(that I've seen)
over the summer.
Crazy right?
Accomplishments.
Take this poems book for example.
I have sporadic updates,
only updating when I have inspiration,
which could take weeks.
But when I do update,
I rank every single time.
For that,
I thank you guys,
my beautiful readers.
Seriously.
I personally think that my poems are just eh
compared to everyone else's,
just another leaf floating through the breeze,
but sometimes,
I do like them.
I randomly read over them,
then smile as I read the comments,
shaking my head because of you all's generosity.
Feeling...
accomplished.
I've one medals, trophies, ribbons, and plaques
for swimming,
feeling like I've accomplished something.
Honestly though?
I am just getting started.
I'm the fastest girl on my team so far
in the 50 yard freestyle, maybe second by
like an ant,
and still rising.
That makes me feel quite accomplished.
Those other girls have been swimming on the team since they were
three, nine, six- all younger than when I started.
Plus, their team has always been pretty good.
I started out on a bad team,
one that wasn't really fast and never got better.
I started swimming when I was ten.
This will be my fifth year,
compared to everyone else who has
been on the team forever,
since the team started.
They've held the title as fastest girls for years,
but then I came and destroyed that title.
It feels great.
It leaves me feeling...
accomplished.
But alas,
I am not done yet!
I've still got three years of high school,
fifty million years of college,
and hell of a lot of swimming to do.
I'm not saying I'll be an Olympian,
but I hope I get a full scholarship
in swimming.
Then, and only then,
will I feel truly accomplished.
The people I beat,
it doesn't matter.
The times I make,
do matter.
Why worry about who the fastest girl is
when you could just as easily worry about
why you are not the fastest girl?
Think about it.
If you do the same things over and over
and,
nothing changes,
you won't get faster.
Coming late,
stopping at the wall,
being lazy so pretending like you need to
hop out of the water and stretch-
obviously you won't be the fastest girl.
You don't even have the mindset to accomplish
what it it that you want to accomplish!
Besides,
you are swimming against time,
forget the people.
It is your individual race,
those people don't determine the time you get,
the speed you force yourself to go,
the way you swim.
None of them do.
Its only you.
That's why accomplishments feel so good.
They feel good because you contributed.
Because you brought everything you had to the table
and 'dropped the mic.'
Accomplishments.
So many accomplishments to make,
in seemingly not enough time to make them.
Well,
I guess you'll just have to make time then.
What are you even still doing here?
Go out there and accomplish something!
Oh and, grab someone to help you.
It's just like Althea Gibson said,
"No matter what accomplishments you make,
somebody helps you."
Even if you don't realize it.
That guy over there that made fun of your height in middle school?
Made you work harder at your sport.
That girl who called you a slut.
Look who's got a caring boyfriend now.
That teacher that said you'll never change and you'll always be dumb?
You are the next Bill Gates.
Your mom that always told you you'd be like your deadbeat father and
never amount to anything?
You are in college on two different scholarships,
one academic and one athletic,
and will be living with another family like Gabby Douglas did
to train and go to the Olympics.
Accomplishments, accomplishments.
So many to make,
so many to try,
so many to achieve.
Go out and surpass.
BOOM.
And that is how you drop the mic.
Oh, sorry. Let e get that. Oops, it's rolling away.
Catch it, catch it!
You got it?
Phew. Sorry about that.
I'll just, I'll just out it back on its stand and leave.
A/N
Did you like that random tidbit at the end? Haha I'm dumb :D
Anywhozies, I may be offline for like three hours or so because I am going to see the movie Don't Breathe with my dad. Scary movie yay!!! I always laugh at the absurdity of scary movies so it should be fun!! :D I hope you guys liked this poem, if not then I suck lol. But I will talk to you guys later and have a wonderful day full of accomplishments, even if it is just cooking dinner because you haven't in a while or if you finally match today or you go outside for more than 5 seconds. Whatever it is, have fun doing it and enjoy your day! :)
Song: Aloe Blacc - The Man