Trust Falls: The Importance Of Chance

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This is a quick post, but if you fellow writers don't mind, could you tell me what you think of this essay I wrote for English? Thanks! Keep in mind I'm in 7th grade, so it's likely not as well-written as some of your highschool teachers expect. However, any advice regardless of level is very appreciated! Thanks!

Trust Falls: The Importance of Chance

 Your mind may attempt to discourage you, saying, “This is too risky.” Your confidence may waver, insisting that you cannot succeed. However, if you listen closely, you will find your heart encouraging you to leap ahead, for if you don’t take a chance, you will leave a dream to wither and die, and you will never know what grand possibility you left behind.

Never miss out on an opportunity just because it may not triumph; You can’t live your life in a bubble. Although you need to choose wisely when it comes to which risks prove worth taking, sometimes you must take a chance, and, as Nike preaches, “Just Do It.”.

   Maybe you can make a difference in the world, if only you possess the courage to try. A chance, even a dangerous one, may reveal a path to something wonderful. One of my favorite quotes states, “Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.”

J.K Rowling wrote Harry Potter and stands as the wealthiest writer in the world, yet she once battled serious problems. She stumbled along a difficult road, but her destination indeed proved beautiful. She fought her way out of poverty and published her first novel, which posed a huge risk. Yes, the cherished tale of Harry Potter formerly insinuated financial suicide. As a single mother supported only by welfare, no one would blame Rowling if she decided against using her hard-earned money to put out a novel that seemed more-than-likely to fall short.

However, Miss Joanne took the uncertainty head-on, and we now know that her risk became the best decision of her life. If J.K Rowling never took the humongous chance, she may still be on the verge of becoming homeless, and we would never receive the privilege of enjoying the epic stories of Harry Potter. How pitiful!

When you consider trying something, don’t dwell on what could happen if you fail, instead contemplate the consequences you will face if you don’t aim for success. Testing ourselves involves a lot of chance, too. Abraham Lincoln is known today as the incredible president who abolished slavery. However, once it was not so. Lincoln ran for president eight times before he ever became elected. Each time, he risked being ridiculed, for the people rejected him a multitude of times. He attempted again and again to become a leader, always holding the chance of being turned down. Of course, he didn’t let that stop him, and the ninth time he ran for president, Abraham Lincoln won the election and became one of our most memorable leaders ever.

In some instances, fighting for a change also requires risk. If you never attempt to make a difference, you won’t make one. Martin Luther King Junior risked his life to change the way African Americans were treated. He knew that going against the law’s ways may cause anger and violence towards him, but Dr. King did it anyway. He stood up for what he firmly believed in, and in reward he gained the ability to change the world for the better. In risking his own life, he moved us forward and away from segregation. While the exceptional man was sorrowfully assassinated, he made his mark on the world, and his risk proved well-worth it.  

In a world with no risks, I suppose we’d all remain in whatever situation we began in, for there would exist no chances of change for the better. How miserable our lives would feel if no change was made possible by chance. What if we were all too skittish to act; too cowardly to adventure? I pray our world will never be like that.

Reject your fear of diving ahead, and become the first to venture outside of your comfort zone. Boycott hesitation to test yourself, even if you will likely blunder. Do not show reluctance to make a change. You’ll never live bravely if you don’t get hurt. You’ll never learn if you don’t make mistakes, and you will never be successful if you don’t encounter failure. Thus, let this be a lesson to you. Exhibit courage, and take risks. I cannot wait to see where your rolls of the die will take you.

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'Ello!
I've been writing a whole lot lately. Seriously, my family is starting to think I'm a hermit. And that's pretty accurate.  I figured I might as well share a little proof that I've been writing my butt off, so here's a quick snippet of my current WIP, which has yet to be titled.

Uplifting dust from the old dirt road, Oscar shuffled along, eyes wide open for bits and pieces of- well, anything. Oscar’s father was a merchant, or… something like that. In the beat-up village of Dizvizh, he sold whatever he could create, purchase himself for cheaper, or Oscar could stumble upon. It wasn’t a great job, and he didn’t make much, but it put food on the table, so it was good enough.

Oscar was 14. An… interesting age. He wasn’t old enough to start working, but he wasn’t quite a child, so he had to help his father. A horse and buggy clattered along the road, so Oscar stepped out of the way. Unfortunately, he didn’t step as far as he should have. The cart’s big rickety wheels dropped into a puddle of muck, conveniently splashing all over Oscar.

“Ack!” He shouted in his thick Eastern accent. His trousers were now splattered with foul-odor-emitting mud, amongst other old stains. Grumbling, he continued along the road, his shoes squishing as he stepped.

Something silver caught his eye. It was glinting medal. Thinking his crummy day might be about to be made better with a superb find, he rushed to the left and bent to salvage the shiny object from the soil. As Oscar swept the dust off the round thing with his palm, the item was revealed. Clumps of rock and caked mud dropped off of it, uncovering a purple egg that seemed to glow.

“What in King Sambit…” The boy murmured. Before he could examine it fully, he noticed that a wealthy-looking man dressed in suit and top hat was glaring at him suspiciously from a shop window. Oscar casually stashed the egg away in his pocket and continued walking at a much less sedate pace than previously.

Oscar cringed as he heard the bells of the shop’s door swinging open. “Stop right there, young man!” A deep voice bellowed. Oscar pivoted to face a grey-bearded man with a stern frown. “What’ve you got in your pocket?” He nodded to Oscar’s bulging coat compartment. Thinking quickly, Oscar pulled not the egg, but instead a silver pen he had collected earlier that morning. Slowly, mimicked reluctance.

The man raised an eyebrow, as if that’s not what he expected. He accepted it anyway. “Give that to me!” He exclaimed, thrusting out his open palm. Oscar resisted a smirk, and confessed the unwanted pen. The storekeeper snapped his hand shut, and buried it into his own pocket. “That was not yours.” He spat before turning to stride into his shop. Oscar rolled his cocoa eyes. “Wasn’t his either.” He grumbled, brushing his curly brown hair out from his eyes.

The storekeeper swung violently around. “I heard that!” He roared. “Thief!” He hollered. Within a split second, an officer in uniform appeared from across the street. “You again? Street rat!” He whooped. Oscar winced, Not again.

He ran. Sprinting away as fast as his slippery, wet, sludge-covered feet could carry him. Down the road, turning with a dangerous stumble. Arms pumping the air. He could hear the officer shouting behind him, but didn’t pause to ponder what he was saying. It was a race on a track he was quite familiar with.

It's not much yet, but hopefully I can make it better. What do you think of it? If this was a book, would you read it?

P.S: The indenting got messed up when I copied it from Google Docs, so please ignore that.