This semester has been an eventful one. Perhaps even more so than the one previously, not in ways I'd like to describe it so. It stretched me to both extremes of mania and depression. Though by no means this time around - I held stronger ground on my academics, if only not better than the semester before where I lost grip on everything.For this, I had my close friends and albeit concerned lecturers to help keep me back on track, something I lacked in the previous. I've learned the true meaning of responsibility and though I still lack in maturity, I realize that the road to achieving that is not one I can gain overnight. It's a gradual walk towards realizing that one day I'll be the man I want to be and the talent everyone sees me for so.
My fall this semester was hard. But I wouldn't allow myself to fall back to failure as I had the previous. No, this time - I know I prevailed. Not without a few scars, but if there's anything I've learned, I'll accept the consequences for my actions. I may have not sailed the remainder of this semester with full winds but at least I know I finally made it to shore. I've set my anchor and I'm ready to take on the next winds.
Precarious balance, yes. That's what this semester was about. There's a fine balance to everything in this World that you touch consciously and unconsciously. What point do we realize that our actions become a domino effect to others, whether they're part of the game or not? Next semester, bring it on!
