Ananya Singh, 23BTF05, Member of Writers' Association
Being a second-year student, the pressure to decide how to earn money feels intense. We're at that critical phase again, like after 10th and 12th grades, where we're expected to have everything figured out. Engaging in college activities, earning badges and certificates, and planning for the future seem like positive milestones, but what if I fail to secure a job after college? Will I regret this and be in pain forever?
Initially, I had serious plans that faded with time, like all our New Year resolutions, because one missing element was execution. There's this sense of lagging in the race, and I admit I'm not alone in feeling this way. Many of us share the same worry that we're falling short, but the real disappointment stems from within. As I write this blog, I recognize that such feelings only add to my unfruitful actions, making me remain like this forever. Earning money should be possible if done right, and life enjoyment shouldn't be bound by the constant expectation of achieving professional excellence. Instead, it should be a source of strength, pushing us to achieve the latter. This confusing state of doubt and motivation made me write this smiling poem:
Uncertainty and unfamiliarity sure cause tension.
Don't be a pussycat; face it bravely, as it requires just 10% of attention.
Wear that dress and dance to jazz.
Do it all guilt-free.
Amidst working on your degree, You are the balance you seek.
This is no Ninja technique.
You have not come this far, Only to come so far
It's high time, kid, let's raise the bar.
It is a bittersweet journey where no one is alone.
Hand in hand, we create a path to own.
As I survive 2000 km away from my loved ones,
I promise to return stronger and wiser.
It's no time to grumble,
It's time to work hard,
I put in 100% effort every second to look back with pride.
Sleep is valuable to me, and delicious food will always be a priority,
But nothing compares to the need to prove that I'm worthy of this life.
As I finish this, I'm likely to drift off to sleep,
But even if one person resonates and acts,
This blog diary entry will succeed, and one day, so will I!