smothered in dirt

 

Haven’t been feeling the best. Was browsing school mates’ blogs, and notably, all of them were about how draining school is. I have been asked to explain why is school so draining, and have been presented with doubtful views on how school can ever be tiresome. But, I haven’t been feeling this fatigued since I could remember.

I feel like I’m jostling through a thick crowd of a few thousand people, grasping anything I can get my hands on, to touch a finishing line. Yes Shar, we are in the same boat. School is a cold place, where warmth among strangers don’t protrude. Be a friend, or be regarded without acknowledgement.

After being in the wallows for the last couple of weeks, I have been immersed in the dark for so long, the light becomes fainter. I now wake up with a quest; no one other than myself is going to pick me up from the dirt. Why not smile for every little conquest instead of crying with every step?

“Tough times don’t last, tough men do”

Funny, I have never related to this phrase with understanding before, until one day it struck me with such prodigious clarity.

I understand now.