what if

sometimes i close my eyes while laying down

and i imagine i am going back in time

to see those walls again

wear that uniform again

my old school

my eyes roaming over the floor overflowing with tears

missing my lost youth

maybe i should have done more

maybe i shouldn’t have done so much

maybe i should have known

but how could i have ever known

how much i would miss it

the innocence, the potential

the point between nothing and nowhere where everything is possible

any choice i could have made

so i daydream

thinking about all the things i would do differently

thinking about all the people i could’ve met

and then i come crashing down from the high

i’m here, 24 years old

it’s much too late now.

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Still yawning, she made her way to her desk. It was messy, like all the mornings before. Her computer was put aside and there were clothes strewn around everywhere. She was still tired, even though she slept soundly through almost nine hours, and the girl thought about giving up. Just rest. There was no hurry, after all. But she remembered that there were too many things to do and she realized that, if she could do at least one of them, it would be progress. In her vains ran the blood of strong women. So she cleaned her desk and got started.

Persistence

In this rainy afternoon, after a tiring semester, I sit here in this chair and write this words to you, who is still struggling, who is still hurting.
    So many things happened in this period. Besides all the tests and projects to work on, there were so many laughs, stories, days, tears, suffering, frustration, disappointment, sadness, fear, happiness and, most of all, courage. There were so many challenges, but looking at my Facebook feed filled with pictures with me and my friends in it, I can honestly say that yes, even with all the walls in our way, we were brave enough to face them, and get past them with our lives.
     It may seem a little dramatic now that I think of it. But at the time when the struggle is the present, it’s really hard to see the truth: everything passes. All the days, all the worry, all the joy, they go away in the wind someday, be it suddenly or piece by piece.
    So this is my message to the ones still in the finals, or in the middle of their semesters: yes, you will make it out alive. Be brave. Don’t give up. You deserve feeling relaxed and happy by the end of it, the true feeling of seeing all your work come to fruition. To finally be done with it.
    In the middle of the rain, I can see a bird flying. They say that true peace is not clear skies or transparent waters, but in the middle of a storm, a little bird calmly resting in its nest.
    Be brave.