My name is Kellen, and I am fourteen years old. Fourteen is a simple number, and it doesn’t account for much time on this planet. It might not even be enough time to develop a belief about the world. But to me it is. I believe in the power of perseverance. I believe in commitment. I believe in picking your passion and dedicating yourself to it. Following through with my actions is extremely important to me, and is a valuable asset in my life. When I began training to play tennis and improve my physical capabilities, I wasn’t as strong mentally or physically as I am now. I didn’t believe in myself, or my ability to pull my way to the top of my physical wall. I felt lost in a sea of the remains of hopes, and I had no idea how to pull myself out. I was drowning beneath my fears, and my subconscious mind was dwelling in a pit of self conscious denial. And I wanted out. My trainer once told me that I could do anything if I put my mind to it. It was a tired old cliche, and I’d heard it a thousand times before. Hearing it from him, under the circumstances that I wanted to be the best that I could be, made me want to persevere. Now, each time I go to training, I have a new found love for what I do. Once I knew that I could persevere through the hard times, nothing seemed so bad. Out on the court, just my coach and I, surrounded by trees and empty benches, was when this belief truly took shape. I didn’t see deserted white benches, I saw a busy stadium filled with loud noises and boisterous people. In my mind, I needed to impress them, I wanted them to look at me and remember my name. Each time I hit the ball I looked around, searching for something, searching for approval in their eyes. It wasn’t there. They weren’t there. The only way to find their cheers and see the admiration and respect in their eyes, was to go find it. No matter how tired I might be, no matter how much my bones ached, no matter how acutely I felt the burning in my thighs, I needed to persevere to get to those people. My perseverance allowed me to push through tough times when tutoring children younger than I, extend myself to new heights when training, and exert myself more than I thought possible in tennis. This belief has been extremely valuable to me, and everything that I stand for. Once I realized what I needed to do, there was only a starting point, not a finish. My perseverance is one of a kind because it never leaves me. I have to try as hard as I can, and accomplish the goals I’ve set. Once I gained perseverance, I started living. Whenever someone says the word ‘perseverance’, I am brought back to a thriving gym staring into my trainer’s thoughtful eyes, and I know I can go on.
See you soon, (or write to you soon because I can't see you, or can I?)
-The Watermelon Radish