People come to school and can never avoid introducing themselves on the first day of school. It is a never ending "Introduce Yourself" because even after college or doctorate, you will again, meet new people. Don't you find it weird? We keep on introducing ourselves to new people hoping they will stay with us until the end, over, and over again. People come and go, and they have shaped us to what we are now. I have changed, and you did too. Was it a decision to change? Maybe, it's a different case for everyone, but for me, it was a decision.
With growing up, we all needed companions along the way, and I decided to surround myself with good friends. They have shaped me to who I am today. I became the person I love, and it never makes me want to lose them. I became a jolly person, and I enjoy bringing a smile to the faces of the people around me with my bubbly personality and humor. The company of my family and friends boost my serotonin because I don't enjoy being alone with this personality of mine. When socializing with people I know, I feel confidence surging in my body, it's like they give me energy to go on with my day. I transformed into a whole new person. A whole new person wherein I started viewing things differently. Different in a sense that I started viewing things differently with seriousness.
It became hard to know what I really wanted despite having many dreams. Would being serious be enough to figure out what I really want? From wanting to be a doctor because of my mother’s dream, to dreaming of become a righteous lawyer and fight for people, to wanting to pursue architecture and design houses, to wanting to become an aviator. Everything is a mess. I want so many things to do yet life is so short to do all of it. Maybe I’ll become a doctor, we don’t know. We’ll follow the path in front of us or maybe we’ll create our own, and hope that everything will turn out good. But I know what I really want. It’s to be happy with my family and friends. To be able to lead a peaceful life and be successful.
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