Conflict

"Honestly, do you ever expect to get anywhere with the effort you're giving?" Slowly turning around I come face to face with the man who was throwing an insult my way. "You can't actually be anything "great", you know that right? You won't be anyone important."

"Why is that?"

"Just think about it, are you the smartest kid around? Are you the fastest? Strongest?"

"Well, no..."

"So then who are you kidding? Why do you even try still? Surely even you must have picked up on that by now."

"But I have a lot of friends and they say..."

"They say what? How talented you are? How great you are? How many of those people you call your "friends" do you actually think care about you, huh?"

"I..."

"Stop right there. The answer is none."

"What's your goal here?"

"To open your eyes."

"To?"

"To everything you could be doing instead! You go to so many events to represent your school, you work all the time on planning events for your class, and you spend endless hours on sports that in the long run are meaningless!"

"So?"

"Imagine, instead of helping plan out a dance, you actually go to a party! You know the ones that you always say you're too busy for? Or how about all those games you have for high school, that with your practices take up a large chunk of your day every day! You could be going out with friends having a good time! You know, causing trouble and making memories."

"I like what I do."

"Oh, you do?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me why I say otherwise."

"Why does it matter?"

"Well that's simple, because I'm you."