What do you do when you've finally found your passion?
You love it. You want to succeed.
Your Passion, though.
The thing you've found strikes you to your very soul.
It thrills you. It terrifies you.
It...hates you.
What do you do?
Write an Open Poem--
To my Demetrius, Math.
From your Helena,
With the intent that our story will end better than that of the originals.
math∙e∙mat∙ics
noun
the love-hate relationship between a human and the abstract science of numbers,
characterized by induced stress, frustration, and chaos. Mathematics is noted for
its algorithmic precision.
It's Life.
It's a struggle.
I usually don't understand it.
It's usually a problem.
It's always difficult.
That first test back. C. The world crumbles.
I cannot let it get the best of me.
I cannot let it be.
Learn it. Do it.
In Spite of It,
Enjoy It.
Desperation.
But when I get it,
Success.
Relief.
Accomplishment.
Satisfaction.
Love.
Joy.
It's an Escape.
"I find my niche," she writes, the irony not lost,
"in the one place where There Is a Problem,
but after enough time and effort applying myself,
It's a Problem I Can Solve."
A bit like life.
It Is Life.
It's knowledge.
It's accepting the wisdom,
to know the rules in place,
make new discoveries,
Push,
but know when to let go,
Learn from Others before me,
they sacrificed their time to the hardship.
Yes. It is Math.
Yes. It is hard.
Yes, it is my choice.
I am certain.
I will conquer.
I will try.
