I'm an idealist.
I'm an also a realist.
I often come to find these two sides battling it out, trying to assert their dominance, and telling me which outlook I should apply to my life.
Lately, I've been a realist. Or more of a pessimist. They're honestly one and the same.
As an idealist, I also tend to think I'm Superwoman - I can handle anything and nothing is too large for me to handle. It's a personal strength and my greatest weakness.
I started college exactly a year ago (my last post) and I've been losing little pieces of myself along the way. I allowed my past desires and passions and the little fire in me I've always possessed to slowly fade.
I've made a recent change, albeit. Through the help of lovely friends I have made/grown closer to in college, I realized that the fire didn't completely die out but was actually residual embers.
If you are on a true quest for knowledge and you decide to pursue that journey through the means of getting a higher education, don't get lost in the blur an definitely do not let that little fire in you die out.
I realized it's so easy to have the stress of school kill the child-like wonder and naivete you had right before you headed on the path towards independence.
