The SI Renaissance Man
By Morgan Badillo '15
Once upon a time, in a not so far off land, where the sun lays its weary head at the end of the day, there lived a young boy. He dreamed of castles and of knights, of ogres and of tigers. He would look up at the evening sky and, if it wasn't too foggy, he could see the stars. He wanted nothing more than to reach up and grab them and hold them in his grasp. It was this drive, this passion, this dream that made him who he was.
Soon, that boy began to age. Though he outgrew his clothes, he never outgrew his adventurous spirit. One day, he dawned a polo shirt and embarked on the greatest and most terrifying adventure yet: high school. The great castle terrified him as he first stepped over the threshold, but he decided that it would become his kingdom. He became a knight, valiantly galloping with the others in glistening helmets against any opponent that appeared in yellow dragons. He explored the dungeons home to the jesters and storytellers, advancing through the ranks and mystifying the audiences who came to see the shows. Most of all, he became a scholar. After school he would sit and discuss literature with the teachers, which would spawn discussions of the world and he would laugh and smile the brightest smile the kingdom would ever know. He might even shed a tear or realize something new about himself that he only discovered with the help of the wise ones. He became famous in his kingdom and when the time came, he hoped to rule it. The citizens appointed him and once again that smile appeared.
Some may say that the boy, now a man, knew not what “fear” or what “weary” meant, but he did. He felt pangs of pain in his muscles after a particularly hard work-out and felt emotionally drained after rehearsal. He had bags under his eyes after pulling an all-nighter trying to finish that paper that just wasn’t right yet. He sometimes felt like he had bitten off more than he could chew and thought about quitting, but that was one thing that he did not understand. He could not, and would not stop.
And, at two o’clock in the morning, he could be found huddled in blankets under the lamp next to his bed reading or sketching or simply thinking. It did not matter how tired he was or how long the day had been, for in his heart will always be the hunger for knowledge and adventure: the longing to do something great. With the help of those around him, whether it is the knights, the jesters, or the scholars, he reaches up for that star. In his lifetime he never grasps one, but instead somehow in his pursuit he becomes one. And now another little boy is looking up at him and dreaming of his own adventure.
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