Self-Reflection
The question “What is the meaning of life?”
Is like asking the question, “What do all poems, taken together, mean as a whole?”
You search for a single meaning through the entire realm of possibility
And you’re baffled when the answer is meaningless
Scale down your ambitions
Examine a single poem, and examine the complexity to its meaning
The shifting, swirling variations
The way a single metaphor can change everything
The way that a mundane core can create a living, breathing mass on the paper
You cannot find the meaning to every poem
But you can appreciate the meaning to a single one
Imagine life as a poem that you write
Its meaning so complex that you yourself cannot pin it down
The author is not dead, so much as clueless
No more insightful about the poem’s meaning as the reader
Self-reflection is the author writing a dissertation on their own work
Considering the prevailing images
Each aside to the reader
Until the meaning becomes clear as possible
Self-improvement is understanding that meaning so well
That it can be altered at will
Pressing backspace on a central metaphor
And replacing it with a more effective one
Deciding definitively what the poem’s goal is
And refocusing it until that goal is met
At the beginning of 2016 I applied to the Governor’s Honors Program (GHP for short)
A summer writing program for high school students
The most prestigious and selective in the state of Georgia
I failed to get in
At the end of 2016 I applied for the Posse Scholarship
A large scholarship that would turn out-of-state college from a dream to a reality
It has a 4% acceptance rate
I won the scholarship
The period between was self-reflective
Why was I turned down from GHP?
The answer brings us to another question
Why did I want it in the first place?
Ask me before being turned down, I may have given reasons of practicality
“It increases my chances of getting into college”
“It gives me something productive to do over the summer”
But of course, there are lots of things that increase my chances of getting into college
Lots of ways to occupy a summer
I realized that these weren’t the real reasons I applied after I was turned down
I was upset, perhaps even devastated
But in my devastation, I didn’t picture a future without a college degree
Or an idle summer with nothing to do
Some part of me understood that these were not the consequences of being turned down
All my disappointment knew was the opening words of the e-mail I received
“We regret to inform you”
An e-mail I didn’t even finish reading
Because the opening lines said everything I needed to know
“We regret to inform you” that your writing is not strong enough
“We regret to inform you” that you didn’t work hard enough
That your grades are not good enough
That your personal essays did not stand out enough
That you were not good enough
The truth was, I applied to GHP not because I liked the program
But because I wanted the program to like me
The practicality of attending the program was just a side benefit
What I really wanted was validation
It occurred to me, one day, that I knew almost nothing about the program
Except that it was prestigious
And therefore, its approval was desirable
I was only writing for approval
That was the meaning to my writing
And perhaps my life at large
The process of altering my purpose
The rearranging of lines and stanzas
Deleting some, adding others
Took months to complete
Until a new meaning had arisen from my life
I would no longer focus my writing on being liked
I would write because it satisfied myself
When I applied to the Posse scholarship
I did so only after research
I came to believe it was right for me
And if I was accepted, I would gain satisfaction beyond validation
At its core, the only reason I was accepted into Posse
And turned down from GHP
Is that I was right for the former
And wrong for the latter
I loved the former
And was not knowledgeable about the latter
But that simplicity conceals a larger transformation
I learned that I must do what makes me happy
And not what I believe will make others happy