University is filled with a lot of things I should have done. “Maybe I should have gone to that concert” “Maybe I should have started studying earlier for that exam” “Maybe I should have kept up with that blog I was going to make but instead left on the backburner”
Well I’m back in the transitory period between university life and what many consider the “real world”; though to be honest, wasn’t the world I was living already perfectly real to begin with? I still listen to some of the same music and I still own some of the same clothes and my handwriting is still not good enough to write in that beautiful planner I bought for myself almost a decade ago.
But there are things that have changed.
I’m not as afraid of wearing shorts and I realize that I have options- the future is my choice, not that of my parents or friends or whatever society wants to delegate (I think I went way too macro with that sentence). I’ve been awake to see the sunrise and have run to the waterfront to catch the sunset. I’ve eaten eggs for a week and gone to class without my glasses. I dragged my bike to college and got it stolen, bought another, got it stolen a week later. I’m on my third bike in six months handed down from a friend who trusts me.
That’s something I’ve learned.
Something I didn’t learn is everything I need to know for my final tomorrow. Procrastination is something I might never overcome, but my grades are stable and I have friends, experiences, all that jazz.
I’ve fallen in love, I’ve fallen and shredded my knee, I’ve set alarms off in dormitories for my terrible cooking. But it’s getting better.
After all, I’m one in seven billion.