Via the daily post : overworked

It has been a while since I went on campus. The feeling never gets old. The feeling of being around intellectuals, “the learned”, “the smart ones”.

Registration day. I give the university management credit, it wasn’t hectic at all. However the chaos in my head was.
Moving from one line to the next, my eyes couldn’t help but peep at the grades of my peers. Oh god, was I disappointed …in myself…and them too. They weren’t complaining enough!
How were they not complaining about the first year being tough?  Why weren’t they talking about quitting school because “it is too hard”?  Why was I?

It isn’t a struggle for them. Them, who worked their asses off the previous year.Turns out not only am I getting into a tougher year of study, but  I have this “carryover burden”.I have yet to complete an outstanding module. Turns out not only am I getting into a tougher year of study, but  I have this “carryover burden”.

I realize that the more I refer to it as a burden, the more burdened I’ll be. There roots my greatest disappointment of all.A terrible mindset.

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Yes, I have a lot of work cut out for me, but I can and will do this. I have to make this work one way or another, otherwise, I’ll have myself thinking I was overworked during the year only to find out I barely was. I will do this. I have to make this work one way or another, otherwise, I’ll have myself thinking I was overworked during the year only to find out I barely was.

Do what you gotta do. Thanks for reading.

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Further by feather

Further by feather

To be  young, wild, and free
That’s what I wanna be!
I long to be outside these cold bars I see

Caged.
Outcast and Outraged.
Falling behind my years.
My smile fooling my peers,
meanwhile fears fuel my tears
That’s not how it ends,
let’s turn a page.
Betrayed but not derailed.
Chase after destiny,
with my morals unchanged.
No one but me, my God,  and forced faith.

To fly is my absolute.
Feather,  by feather
To reach new altitudes
Further and further
with my new attitude.

Know for sure that I certainly will.
Determined not dependent,  as I go for the kill.
Whatever it takes.
Whatever the stakes!

Time to take off.
Further by feather…
Let me spread my wings.

Don’t trip, just tie your laces!

Panting and out of breath, ready to give in, he reminded me that life’s journey is a marathon, not a sprint.

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“I’m nowhere close to the front line. I’ve lost this race too in anyways”

But there is yet another to enter.From this one, you will have learned how not to win. And that is good, maybe you’ll win the next maybe not, but each time you participate you are giving yourself a challenge, which poses an opportunity for self-growth, and consequently self-improvement.

He then helped me tie up my running shoes and pushed me back on the race track.

Lately, i’ve been feeling so hopeless, but this piece right here is a collection of all the encouraging words from my loved ones. After days thinking hope had died, she rose from the dead, and this is the connection between her and I.

Thanks for reading.