A final year student... Me?

Since my campus has finally reopened after annoying destructive strikes, reality is finally slapping me in the face that I am a third year, a final year student. It definitely doesn't mean I am smart. But I am definitely on A path of wisdom. One can never be done with learning. There is always something new to learn around every corner.

A new problem has announced itself... What is next? 5 years of preschool, 7 years of middle school, 5 years of high school, 3 to 8 years of university, depending on whether you want your masters, honours or doctoral degree as well... When will it end?

When you want it to end of course, why do we study? To get a job, why do we need one? To pay bills, food and for some, schoolfees for your child that will grow up, and do all the same... Boring isn't it? It doesn't have to be.

Be brave and bold and for goodness sake, be happy. Don't study medicine if you want to be an artist, don't study law if you want to be a singer. Go into the world and be the hero in your story. Follow your dreams, not the money trail. Money cannot buy passion. It won't be easy, but it will be worth it.

As a member of the human race you will face judgement and hatered, your response is up to you. If you are willing to face it, you can fight it, if you can fight it, you can conquer it, if you can conquer it... Well darling, then you have made it.