What would we do if we weren 't afraid?
I stood up. Walked over to the door and knocked. And I sighed “freedom just ahead”. It was my supervisor. We talked about how I was, how he was. About my studies, and about other things I’d stopped caring about. That was all ill-timed. I didn’t care. Not right then. Right then I was just there to hear the words that I knew would change my life forever. Eager to hear the words that I’d been planning to hear for the past four years.
“It is with pleasure that I inform you that you will be graduating this spring.” Surely, there’s no turning back after this. That meant I 'd be done with college and my undergraduate studies, forever. That also meant I 'd be leaving my parent 's house to my new apartment in the city. “Thank you so much, sir” I said. It’s all over. “I’m free” I thought.
That was I thought. That was I believed. A shiver ran down my spine, what’s next? I looked petrified, fretful but with a feeling of fulfillment. It was a new feeling. I was free. What does that even mean? What was I going to do now?
Firstly, I was going to celebrate my …show more content…
In class, I couldn’t voice my opinions for the fear of being thought stupid. Even asking for an extra packet of syrup from the waitress seems daunting for the fear that I might be thought greedy. I tried to act normal and composed. I could have been me, instead I made myself ordinary. I lived a half-life and although I knew I was missing out on something, I didn’t know what it was. If I ever had an idea of what a happy life looks like, I was sure my life wasn’t one. Incapacitated by the fear that if I ever voiced my opinion or brought out the “real me”, I’d be mocked and rejected. So I kept quiet. Quietly waiting for that mysterious warden that will set me free. I knew he was there, but I kept him imprisoned. It prevented me from reaching my full potential. It denied me the joy of
I stood up. Walked over to the door and knocked. And I sighed “freedom just ahead”. It was my supervisor. We talked about how I was, how he was. About my studies, and about other things I’d stopped caring about. That was all ill-timed. I didn’t care. Not right then. Right then I was just there to hear the words that I knew would change my life forever. Eager to hear the words that I’d been planning to hear for the past four years.
“It is with pleasure that I inform you that you will be graduating this spring.” Surely, there’s no turning back after this. That meant I 'd be done with college and my undergraduate studies, forever. That also meant I 'd be leaving my parent 's house to my new apartment in the city. “Thank you so much, sir” I said. It’s all over. “I’m free” I thought.
That was I thought. That was I believed. A shiver ran down my spine, what’s next? I looked petrified, fretful but with a feeling of fulfillment. It was a new feeling. I was free. What does that even mean? What was I going to do now?
Firstly, I was going to celebrate my …show more content…
In class, I couldn’t voice my opinions for the fear of being thought stupid. Even asking for an extra packet of syrup from the waitress seems daunting for the fear that I might be thought greedy. I tried to act normal and composed. I could have been me, instead I made myself ordinary. I lived a half-life and although I knew I was missing out on something, I didn’t know what it was. If I ever had an idea of what a happy life looks like, I was sure my life wasn’t one. Incapacitated by the fear that if I ever voiced my opinion or brought out the “real me”, I’d be mocked and rejected. So I kept quiet. Quietly waiting for that mysterious warden that will set me free. I knew he was there, but I kept him imprisoned. It prevented me from reaching my full potential. It denied me the joy of