Piece of Mind

The past few months have been some of the most enjoyable yet confusing moments of my life. Through it all, I came to ponder about my ambitions, long-term and temporary and whether these ambitions would remain consistent years from now…maybe even decades. And although the answer is still shrouded from my field of view, the time I used to reflect upon myself has allowed me to learn who I am and who I want to be.

Since the beginning of my sophomore semester, I have learned of my faults from the people around me and from my own realizations. I am becoming increasingly aware of my materialistic cravings, my selfish demands, my constant lethargy, and my loss of identity.

But I’m about to change that, not for a New Year’s resolution but for myself.

I used to be the motivated kid who didn’t give a fuck, who got the grades and the fun balanced like a scale. And I realized it’s because I got into a degree-bound program that’s deluded me to become the failure who’s satisfied with C’s. 

That’s why, I’m upping the ante, getting more involved and fulfilling the reason I want to exist, not the reason I have to. When the new semester starts, there’s going to be a new me. I’m ready to hit the dance floor after being inspired time and time again, to swim my entire body out, to hone my photography, and to break out of my emo-ass shell and talk to the world I hid from.

Who’s to stop me but myself?  

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