I have no idea why I’m doing this. Why I’m wasting weekends studying something difficult that I am not even remotely interested in, hours sitting in lectures daydreaming, thinking of how unfair life is, how unmotivated I am to do this, how unconvincing the reason I’m doing this for is, how I’m wasting my life when I KNOW what I’m passionate for, what I’m good at, what I’m willing to work day and night to become better at, what I want to do every single day, all day, for the rest of my life.
“It doesn’t pay the bills.”
“You’ve gotta have a “respectable” scientific degree.”
I REALLY wish I were brave enough to risk everything, to leave it all behind now that I’m halfway, to stop lying to myself and to the world, to prove them wrong, to live the way I want to live, because you know what? You get one chance at life.
One chance.
Who’s to know which one you let go would have made you complete?
