This is a tale of frustration and disbelief. To begin this short story I will give you a brief history of myself and Kjersti Warwick. As a friends do, sometimes we butt heads. In our case, quite frequently. The fights we have are not the kind of fights where screaming and shoving occurs. Our fights are of the silent but deadly variety. We annoy each other and then don’t talk for awhile, but then afterwards we cool down. This certain story, unfortunately occurs during one of these times.
It was a beautiful day at Camp Whitcomb. The sun had come out after it had rained in the morning and our group was walking down to the archery field. The only problem was my bad mood. I don’t remember what had sparked it but me and Kjersti were not really happy …show more content…
Not a single word of congratulation. I don't know what that says about me as a person but I’m guessing it's nothing good. I was envious that Kjersti had made a better shot than I had. The spotlight was now off of me and to be honest it didn’t feel great. Looking back at the situation I realised I was being quite childish and unreasonable. I learned something about myself that day. I get really frustrated when I don’t have as much or more attention than someone else. In hindsight, I should’ve had a better outlook and tried to enjoy archery more than I had because I don’t get to do it often. When I worry too much about the small things it can ruin my whole day. So whenever I think about archery I look back with some regret that I didn’t enjoy it as my classmates. In a way I’m glad that it happened because I’ve learned a really important lesson. It’s something that we’ve been told from a young age; to focus on the big picture and shrug off the small stuff. But to really understand the truth of the phrase you have to make your own mistakes and learn from it yourself. . Now whenever I go somewhere new or try something different I will always keep this in the back off my mind to remind me to live for