In 14 days I leave this great city that never sleeps, this state, even this great country that has changed the world so much in so short a time span. And I'm glad, for my own reasons, despite a pessimistic estimation of my chance of success in this program.
I've clawed this door open out of desperation, it's a one last chance of sorts. I've been a disappointment in life to many for too, too many years, especially to myself. But I'm going to fight one more time.
It's been said that success isn't about who started first, it's about who stood to the last.
It's also been said that life isn't about how high up you're at, it's about how far you've climbed, and all the hills and valleys you've walked. Especially the valleys.
In the end it's the game, the fight itself, that will mean something, not the thousands of speculating critics surrounding the stadium.
Anyway, that's in 14 days. Right now, this hour, I have a small fight against the park trail waiting. Because, another saying goes, be the change you dream about, or dreaming is about the only thing that will come about. (That's not what he said, but something like that).
[edit] Classes aren't even starting and all the pre-class events plus shopping is taking up all days, but it's really only been 3 days...