There is always a chance for something else to happen. What if this would have happened, what if this was this and everything else. The uncertainty in our life is the greatest devil. The question "what if" keeps on ringing back and forth in your mind until something else happens that shirks you or the event catches dust. There is so much to do, with every moment being even more happening than the previous one why this thought has stuck on me like anything What if?
Each and every day of my school I had waited for it to get over as I always considered college life to be better, the freedom, the excitement and everything else exacerbated by Karan Johar's movies.
Why would someone love to do homework, get scolded and who would forget the haunt of parent teachers meet. College is so much new, so much you, how you want it to be.
But now I know what has happened to all of them who miss their school life more than everything else. It is not the fun or the girl you had crush upon, everything similar is already present in college, but something else is missing. By the time we enter college we also enter an age where everything is a little bit more personal. At school we always had our family to share with especially our sorrows and disappointments. In college we consider it our responsibility to handle our problems on our own,
We are grown ups(at least in our eyes) and at least I can not just go running back to my family blabbering about my every single problem asking for a solution and this is why I miss my school life.
Got my first rejection today, my family does not know about it and may be I would not tell them ever. Before this almost everything has been a first attempt achievement for me. This new taste that I got today is bitter and is different. This happens always, every time I feel a bit low numerous examples ever iterated by people all over the world keeps coming back to me, all the examples, stories everything. These things keep coming back but a major section of my mind keeps rejecting it over and over, again and again and again.
Tomorrow I am leaving back to my home for Dusshera holidays and hope my face and everything dissembles them of everything that I do feel now. Their care,worries etc are coupled by those of mine, by mine.
Each and every day of my school I had waited for it to get over as I always considered college life to be better, the freedom, the excitement and everything else exacerbated by Karan Johar's movies.
Why would someone love to do homework, get scolded and who would forget the haunt of parent teachers meet. College is so much new, so much you, how you want it to be.
But now I know what has happened to all of them who miss their school life more than everything else. It is not the fun or the girl you had crush upon, everything similar is already present in college, but something else is missing. By the time we enter college we also enter an age where everything is a little bit more personal. At school we always had our family to share with especially our sorrows and disappointments. In college we consider it our responsibility to handle our problems on our own,
We are grown ups(at least in our eyes) and at least I can not just go running back to my family blabbering about my every single problem asking for a solution and this is why I miss my school life.
Got my first rejection today, my family does not know about it and may be I would not tell them ever. Before this almost everything has been a first attempt achievement for me. This new taste that I got today is bitter and is different. This happens always, every time I feel a bit low numerous examples ever iterated by people all over the world keeps coming back to me, all the examples, stories everything. These things keep coming back but a major section of my mind keeps rejecting it over and over, again and again and again.
Tomorrow I am leaving back to my home for Dusshera holidays and hope my face and everything dissembles them of everything that I do feel now. Their care,worries etc are coupled by those of mine, by mine.
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