My Twisted Sisters and I

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Loving and caring. Dedicated and hard-working. Passionate and motivated. Trustworthy and responsible. Yes, my sisters are pretty much the precise perception of perfection. These are the characteristics that we all, as people, strive for. These are the characteristics that every parent tries to instill in their child. Any parent would describe them as a dream. Any parent would love the blessing of raising them. And I know my parents do.
Their accomplishments keep building and building and building. They’re 20 feet from the top of the mountain, while I’m overwhelmed and staring blankly upward, trying to figure out where to even begin. One, a thriving sophomore, studying mechanical engineering at UW-Madison, the other; just received the “wonderful” news of being accepted there. It’s not that I would wish failure upon her; it’s simply that I must now follow this up, and step up to the plate. It seems to me, that they can do anything, Never have I been told what is expected of me, but it’s mutually accepted that I have to do just as well as they did, because they really painted that perfect picture in front of me, and anything worse will result in dissatisfaction. I’m not against it. But I’m not for it. It frankly isn’t my choice, but it’s what I’m left with. Trapped inside this life. But yet somehow, I am still pleased by this life…
It’s extremely difficult knowing that some of the admirable stuff you complete, that other parents would be impressed with, gets taken for granted and hidden behind the bigger, better, more impressive accomplishments of your predecessors of sisters; that they are continuing on to greater and grander things, while your now seemingly petty work becomes the average. The bar is already set...

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...vation? I know I would have little to none, if it weren’t for them. They both make school seem easy, not even a slight challenge. They inspire me. They inspire me to hang around the right people, not waste my life, and to be the successful person we all hope to become. And there is nothing more relieving. I won’t ever admit it to them, or even try to get them to understand, but they mean everything to me. I try my hardest because they did. I will not give up, because they never did. Expectations are never impossible, and you can always work harder for them. My goals are never out of the grasp of my long reach, they will always be possible as long as I bring that passion and that fire to things, as they did. Most importantly, I know that I will succeed as I want to, and be my own precise perception of perfection, because it is them who taught me.

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