Doing the Math...

Four years. That's a long time from now. But then again, that's what I thought about this moment four years back. I realize, in this expanse of time, I will encounter more numbers than I did in my arki years. Numbers unlike the ones in the math series I undertook, are not limited to the pages of a book but are expressed in my so called daily encounters of human life. Like the numbers of people whom I'll meet that'll ask me what my year is, that'll eventually lead to why I'm that old (still being in college) which will almost unfailingly lead to the number of people who'll ask why I shifted out in my fifth year from my first course. And thats exactly the number of people who'll think I'm crazy. Maybe I am...but what is a wise man...if he is unhappy? Five years, thats how much time some people say I've wasted. If I waited that long...Why couldn't I just wait just wait for a year more (maybe two)? Five years, down the drain coz I didn't want that one more year. Five years I wasted, should I have wasted one more (maybe two)? Like the fictional character I so admire, i desired to be the best at what I do. But I lost that desire some time ago. Some time ago, a part of me died, probably never to be seen again. But the part of me that remains has finally found something it is willing to fight for...a chance to be happy at something. In the longest time, I finally had something I needed, a choice. One choice. Two roads. I took the one that made me feel alive again. Four years is a long time, but I'll get there. And when I do get there, it's in a place I'd want to be in. Fours years...I'd have to put up with everyone's doubt and hasty judgements. They say four years is a big number. But I never was good at math.

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"Either have a good pair of shoes or a nice bed. If you're not in one, you're in the other"-another quote I got from Readers Digest