I believe in hope. I believe in optimism.  I believe in not giving up.

Imagine this. You’re on the climbing the highest mountain you could ever dream of climbing. You don’t know what came over you to take on such a mountain. You could’ve climbed a different mountain. One that wasn’t so steep or tall or dangerous. But something in you just knew that this was the mountain for you. So you chose this one as if you were born to climb steep, tall, dangerous mountains. So you start your climb. You’re excited and anxious and eager. The beginning is tougher than you thought it would be. You start to doubt yourself. Maybe this was too hard of a climb, you think. You can’t give up, you tell yourself. You’ve only barely started. So you persevere, and make it past the beginning. Soon enough, you start to get the hang of it. It becomes a rhythm. You just do it. You’re climbing along for what seems like ages and ages. It’s a very slow, very tedious climb, very boring climb. Bored, you look behind you. You look behind you to see the most spectacular view you’ve ever seen– the kind that takes your breath away. The kind that you can’t believe that what you’re seeing is even possible. You didn’t even realize how high you were or how far you had climbed. If the view is this sweet from here, you have to find out what it’s like from the peak. You’re not going to let anything stop you now. So you persevere despite the sore muscles and the aching lungs and the jagged rocks. So you persevere and you don’t stop until you’ve reached your goal.



I survived Dead Week and Finals Week.

I got a cool new job. I’m taking summer classes. I read all the blogs of my friends studying abroad, which makes me jealous. However, it’s all okay because I live vicariously through these blogs.

That’s all for now!



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