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Reflections

  • Writer: Kavya Benara
    Kavya Benara
  • 19 hours ago
  • 1 min read

It's funny how time flies so quickly. My whole life can be summarized in a few short moments, and within seconds, the entire story seems to be over. Just six months ago, I started working hard on my college applications, and since then, I haven't looked back. It feels like yesterday when I was regretting not having taken math, yet knowing I had the skills and abilities to keep up with those who did. This reflection is a common occurrence for me; I often find myself pondering the next 24 hours, what I can accomplish, where I'll be, and how my life and perspectives might shift.


It's truly remarkable how, just yesterday, I was imagining what I would be doing at this exact moment, and now, here I am, boarding my flight and embarking on my journey. Life is fruitless if you dont live it to th fullest The people I once knew as my seniors are now building businesses, getting married, or even starting their college journey. I find it challenging to process or anticipate what comes next. Sometimes, I feel vulnerable, especially when contemplating the passage of time. The more I dwell on it, the more it seems like time slips through my fingers.


I yearn to feel as free as the unconfined air, as stable as marble, and as solid as rock, so that no scorpion thoughts could shake me from my path. I aspire to enhance and expand my experiences, embracing each moment with openness and determination

 
 
 

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