Age 17, I graduate in science from high school to land my dream college in medicine. Fortunately, I get diverted. I was insouciant to the matter eventually, I'd be a depressive geekily pedant if my life would have followed that course.. 5 years of bachelor's, then another master's, then another..Like reading those 3-4 degree accrediations of a doctor, somehow makes you dually amazed with those jibberish abbreviations & despite your lack to understand them, you feel relaxed you're in good, educated hands. I digress..
I learnt: education comes in two forms: the real-time hard learnt lessons of life & the conviniently grounded medium of books. Ive always been complacent about the former method of teaching. So what? Id think, someone will take care of it, I can always ask somebody, I'll learn later, when the time comes..
When the time comes, the curtains will open, I appear wise, beautiful & kind. No, Im not stopping, Im also an expert at multi-tasking, and amazing humorous.. Ta-Da! Like 5 minutes reeling off-the-screen, the sloppy girl-in-distress is transformed by a bunch of people: some holding scissors-brushes, makeup & acessories; some holding a rack of embleshed gorgeous-tailor made clothes; and one in particular teaching her how to walk (with a book on her head), dine (with multiple cutlary sets), and be seated with grace. Ahhhh.. Rewind please, who teaches her to deal with life?? Answer's simple, dealing with life herself.
I know, I know. Rome wasn't built in a day, I bet'ya Alexander sure hoped it would have! Like any creation, my life has multiple aspects to it. I need to grow them all, need to be on the edge (picture me swooshing by a mountain cliff on my motor-bike.. Ok, I think of being the hot-smart-woman-in-action, get over it!) I start now by taking responsibilities for my decisions, taking control over my life, being the independent me..
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