Clearest skies

A close friend of mine once told me, I was a perfectionist. She was right. She told me my main problem was that I set myself high goals and on the rare occasion I wouldn't reach them, it was a long fall to the bottom. Another theory was that if you dont aspire to much, you will never be dissapointed. Do people really think that way?

No wonder I sometimes feel like I came from another planet. I feel sorry for people like that. I feel sorry for people who are to scared to break out of their little bubble of comfort. I feel sorry for people trapped in scenes. I feel sorry for people trapped in their frames of mind.

Something really strange happened the other morning. When I opened my eyes, I temporarily forget where I was. I felt disorientated for a few seconds and then I remembered. I am in my third week of uni and it honestly feels like I have been here longer. I have a few assignments coming up, and I'm calm. I know what I'm doing. I feel confident. It's strange. People try to belittle me because I am not doing med or engineering, but I don't care. People have been trying to belittle me my whole life, you don't develop a thick skin for no reason.

 

Somedays, everything seems so surreal. Sometimes I sit in lectures and I have this small moment of clarity. The city is just outside my doortstep, and it's beautiful. I am so lucky to be here. This is my life now.