Anthony Mahmud
Mission Statement Essay
Online Personal Finance

Life, to me, is a pomegranate. It is a beautiful thing, but if you bite into it, you’re going to have a mouthful of membrane. No, the joys of life come in seeds. Many small, orbs of sweetness, with a seed in the middle. That seed is the bittersweetness in life. The homeless man you see after your black Friday shopping. The loss that another teams faces win you win. That seed makes you think, and makes you wait for the next orb. Without it, you end up taking another mouthful of pomegranate, and more membrane in your mouth. My plan for life is to be articulate in my choices. To chose my battles wisely, and to dedicate myself to the focal points of the future. Setting goals keeps me progressing. This is so important, as otherwise, I get kicked off track. Life is a pomegranate, and my seed has been planted.

Academically, my goals can be described by the Swahiliaan Rainbow Snouted Platypus; non-existant. It is one of only two categories where I do not hold goals for myself. Instead, I hold rigorous expectations. I work tirelessly at my work. Risking life and limb, even at the smallest tasks.  I want to be lead to the bosom of knowledge. I want to arouse my own curiosity, and gain fruitful insight. I want to change the world. That starts in the classroom. I have selected the most difficult schedule possible, and have strived to perfection in it. Ideally, I see myself at Stanford University. I wish to study biomedical engineering, and have a dual major in business. I have taken multiple steps to do this. Over the summer, I attended to Stanford University youth bio camp. This put me on good terms with the ladies ;). I am also in the making of my own company (comrades as well), Vector Corp. These expectations are important to me, as I know they can be done. Anything less would be a mere disappointment.

Of the categories, Social goals are the second of which are non-existent.
 Instead, I have but hope. My social needs are narrow, but deep. I have friends, family, a fan base; but what I really need, has always been just out of grasp.  The first week of Freshman year was the best of my life, as I met a girl who would change my world forever. Her name is Elena. Typing her name alone brings a smile to my face. She makes me happy. Elena is a very beautiful person. It truly is a shame that I cannot use a more meaningful word to describe her. She is too much for words, too much to comprehend really. She’s infectious, but in the good way. I hope she knows how beautiful she is. It would be a shame for her to not understand, how special she really is.  A goal of mine is to make sure she realizes just how rare she is. I want to make her happy. It is truly a magical feeling when a smile comes no more primitively than as result of another.  I think it may come across incorrectly, to some. As if my interest is that of a sitcom-clad obsession. A mad, intrusive, and distasteful render of love, motivation, and sacrifice. I’m not that person. As much as she may dislike me, I respect that. And in return, I keep distance. I want to keep her happy. As disappointing as it is, to see her smile aroused by other else, her rosy cheeks by any other name are just as sweet. And mine, all the same. One day, I wish for things to work out between her and I. That is my goal. My expectation if for her to be happy. I want her to run, to fly, to soar. I want her to dwell amongst the birds, and never have to look back. To always go higher, to breathe air as if it only becomes more wholesome. I never want her to fall.

But if she does, there will not be anyone else as prepared as I am to catch her. My goal is for us to grow close. My expectation is to make her happy, no matter the cost.

My hope, is for my goals and expectations to co-exist.

As for personal goals, I can’t say I have any particularly farfetched. I quite enjoy who I am, incompetence and all. There is a tangy lust that comes from being a bit of a goof. A salty-sweet shot of humor, and disgust. I love myself for who I am but for I am who I myself must not be. It’s paradoxical, to an extent.  I tend to be elaborate, complex, overly creative, if you will. A bad thing? Probably, but that’s not the point. I want to learn to direct my personality traits. Rather than change who I am, I want to change how I do what I do. I want to learn to be able to play my strengths and weaknesses. My goal is to be able to improve myself, by putting myself in the right direction.