Four is just a number four is just a number four is
just a number.
Since 9th
grade, the number four have been so influential for me. The number often made
me remember all life lessons I have got throughout my life. Sometimes I feel
like that number is encouraging me to do brave things, but other times I feel
like the number is killing me softly with its sharp angles and edges.
In a group of all
one-digit numbers, four is one of the numbers which is commonly used in the
world. Think about it. In music, you generally count from one to four. GPA is
scaled from zero to four. Even the word four
itself has four letters. What else? Fantastic Four? I am Number Four? Four from
Divergent Series? The number four is indeed fantastic, at least for me. Luckily we don’t have four fingers for each
hand, eh?
But, is it okay
for a number to be so influential in
someone’s life? Probably.
I should start
off by letting you know who are the persons I address as “Four”, because it’d
be quite long of a story. I had to repeat the phrase four is just a number while I write this so please tolerate my
silliness of being influented by the result of two plus two.
There is a friend
in my school which I address as “Four” because a friend of mine wrote a novel
about dauntless bravery and impeccable psychopathy, and she based the character
“Four” with this guy. He’s kind of the perfect guy for all girls. The prince.
The kind of guy I would envy on (if not everyone). I’ll tell you about him
later.
And then there is
this Four from Divergent series,
which I sometimes fantasize as my friend from school. This sounds stupid, but
both Fours are equally influential in a way.
There is this
sport called basketball which I almost refuse to join before 9th
grader, but I did anyway. (Luckily a ball doesn’t have four sides) Now, as I’m
graduating to 10th grade, I kind of lost hope in basketball because
I’m not dexterous enough. My friends like to say that it’s a waste of time for
me to watch basketball because I can’t play it right. I was extremely sad and
angry at the same time.
Then this guy
called Four came. He’s so kind that I’d envy his kindness while being skillful
at a number of sports. He encouraged me to never give up at all things,
including basketball – the sport I love most, yet the one I hate most. After
months of not playing basketball, I decided to play with him. My old friends
became vain and I didn’t want to play with them, because I’m not as good as
them and I fear they would humiliate me. Four isn’t as good as them but twice
as kind, so I choose to have a kind teacher rather than a qualified one.
So there you go,
my basketball story. A story involving friendship and allegiance.
Four in the novel
is so different. I think I’m not the bravest of my friends, but Four in
Divergent have changed me mentally. He indirectly taught me to be brave and
take options, like what his girlfriend does. Tris is supposed to influent me
more here, but I don’t know. I like Four more.
Having ONLY four
fears would be awesome. I thought I had a hundred of them when I actually had
only seven. One of the most valuable lessons Four taught me is that being fearless
is not the point, it’s overcoming your fear and being free from it. That’s
my favorite one as my father often says to me, his son (who is scared of
insects) to be fearless.
Nobody’s perfect,
so I think nobody is purely fearless.
Sorry for you non-Divergent fans, but I often claim
that I am a member of the Dauntless faction, that I have dauntless bravery. I
also fantasize what would happen if Tobias Eaton is real, which sadly is false.
But that’s not the point.
Back to the
basketball story. I’m still not so skilled at basketball. 10th grade
is coming fast and I have to choose between attending basketball extracurricular
or not.
The question is :
Do I have enough bravery for that?
Do I have that dauntless bravery?
Yes.