It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.
- Frederick Douglass
When lightning strikes, I usually run and hide. No one wants to get struck. Who would risk dying? Who wants to die?
Life has been dim and colorless for me for the past eighteen years.
Nothing strikes a chord. Nothing seemingly unsettles me.
This world is full of lifelessness. Nothing happens anymore. The purpose of me in this world is to fade away.
Yet everyone goes on setting their own fires. Existing. Living.
Purpose isn't going to smash into your face, you have to go find it. If not, you become stagnant.
Another cog in the system they call "life".
I thought, maybe if I sat still long enough then my purpose would get tired of waiting and come find me. But instead it remains rooted wherever it is, waiting for me, withering as time goes on.
I needed a storm to come along and disturb my peace, to get me moving again.
But I hide.
Now the winds are becoming catastrophic and I can feel the earthquake coming.
With nowhere to run to, where will I go?
I feel that the choice to attend this silly university is the beginning of a journey.
To find my purpose.
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