I am putting off my studying time, because I know it won't do much help. What is there to study anyways, when my mind is completely blank. I am a completely lost person. My once passion has completely disappeared. Where did it all go? Perhaps, it was studying and studying. School has the tendency of robbing a person's life. It can take away your best passion and replace it with complete waste. However, at the same time it has the capacity of being nurtured to something beautiful. Beautiful in the terms that I have a clearer view of what matters and what doesn't. I am able to see clearly what life expects from me, and what I expect from life. I understand situation thrown at me in completely different perspectives and angles. Becoming ponderous is what I've learned. Knowing how to manage myself under stress and emotions is the gold medal I obtain at the end of the race.
Yet, thankfully, this isn't the end. Why? Because the end becomes another open door. It's like once a child is taught how to walk, the child has the liberty of going wherever and whenever. It's the end of crawling and dependence and the start of walking and independence. This is what is beautiful about school: the opening of so many different doors.
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