Freshman Year: A Reflection.

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I cannot believe my first year in univeristy is already over, and it brings me quite painful twists in my heart. I am grateful for I've learned a lot, developed my potentials, strengthened my values and character and lastly, approached a more stabilised balance.


The first semester was quite daunting for my professors were not as conscientious and the courses were really boring. Additionally, I was all alone and felt neglected by almost everyone! I entered univeristy hoping that I would envision my purpose before me from the very first day, but now I am aware that issues like that take time; time for my mind to link fates, establish connections between the things I had learned previously, and dive into imaginations of my path and whether or not it appeals to me. It was a quite tough semester based on patience; I had so many hopes regarding my health, opportunities and changes in routine. I was living each day looking for reasons to celebrate joy but couldn't find a strong urge for it, but I survived, through the rough days and the good ones, with the help of music and nature.


The second semester did really open up doors for me in many ways; the courses became more interesting and eye-opening as we approached our specialisations more. But it wasn't only about the courses, it was life in general. Things started changing; I started work, saw more people, shifted slowly towards independence and realistic visions of the future. Things started to get more clearer, more cheerful bestowing me with this motivation to exert the effort and stay hopeful to bear the fruits. I enjoyed seeing new people and learn from them, watching the magic of life and fate unravel, acknowledging that there is injustice and hatred in the world but not letting it affect me in the worst way.

Now I'm more aware of the path I want to take and the person I'd like to be. Yes, the future is pretty uncertain for everyone, but I'm glad I'm being given the chance to work on it and at least have a potential to reach, no matter how unstabilised the route I should take to get there. I'm more thankful to God, because I feel Him near me, I understand him through my intuition and soul, trusting him and the universe in moments of doubt and weaknesses. I realised that there is beauty in this world, through the people that aspire to change it, to work in vigour, inspired to add a little more justice and balance to it. What they don't realise is that they are the ones who make the world beautiful, with their kindness and strong values, they make this world still a glass half full, radiating magic to those who see it and drink from it.

I appreciate my friends, who have helped me by listening to my rants through emails and texts, I am grateful for their fascinating minds and souls, and I do hope they make this world a more beautiful place one day. I want to thank God, then myself for not giving up, for struggling for weeks at a time and still remain here. I appreciate my bad days as much as my good days. 


Thank you, freshman year. 

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