Here I sit, one final away from the culminating experience of my entire scholarly life, with graduation on Sunday seeming like a finish line. An entire life's worth of persistence, hard work, homework, studying, and attrition meshed with my choices have woven a tapestry of experience to lead me to where and who I am at this moment. So the question is, who and where am I?
The questions, although seemingly simple, have taken all of my twenty-two years to answer. Yet after all those years, I still believe I have uncovered my true self much sooner than most: I am what I've chosen to be.
I am a perfectionist to the point of self-deprication.
I am a hopeless romantic, with dreams and goals outlandish to most.
I am on an endless pursuit for both completeness and the missing piece.
I want to prove people wrong.
Regret is not an option.
I am a runner.
Though I could fill pages of "I am"s, the message stays the same: I'm focused. And right now, in the midst of finals week, graduation, and the scintillating heat of my AC-less house, I know exactly how I want to live this summer: with a dream.
As a good friend once said, "It always starts with a goal, but without a plan and the will to press on, the finish line is hard to find." I have my goal. I have my plan. I have the will to press on.
Bring on the summer grind...
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