I was cleaning my room recently and happen to stumbled upon my old, worn-out high school yearbook. I took a short break from the tiring labor and briskly skimped over the various pictures and comments of my old acquaintances. Some wanted to be lawyers, others wanted to be doctors; I'm still utterly confused as to what I want to do with my life. I began to feel depressed and I decided to take out my frustation by savagely devouring a delicious, unctuous cheeseburger.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that my despondency can be transformed for the better by writing about it. To elaborate upon why I, and many of my contemporaries are in college and what we hope to gain out of this experience. Why we are so adament and willing to endure these trying tribulations of late-minute cram sessions, sleepless nights, and burdensome workloads. I'm only in the infant stages of this thought; therefore, the idea needs time for muturation in order to conceptualize.
Ultimately, I'm not quite sure if this helped or hindered others who are in my same predicament, but I can definitely go for another divine cheeseburger at the moment.
Best,
Phai
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