Years ago, i knew i had to pick a choice. I started relying on something saying that i still have time to think it over. I put my attention to studying and ever since I started schooling, the starve of victory hasn't left my limbs. I did not settle for less so in every performance, i gave my best. Because in that way, i would not regret the minutes i spent on resting rather than studying. I wanted to be busy. I wanted to overwork. Maybe because i was hardworking, or maybe.... I don't want to have 'the time' to think over things. For years, i kept myself occupied.
This attitude extends to highschool. I discovered happiness when i dance. How amazed i was when i first heard my coach said that i'd be a strong dancer if i train. So i undergone training and joined competitions here and there. The feeling of competing gives me chills mixed with eagernes and greed. I want to win. I want to step up and improve. At first, i experienced losing but it made me want to fight even more. I joined a lot of competitions and fought with a lot of groups already. I got excused from classes a lot of times too. And i had trouble balancing the two of them- Studying and Dancing. It was way harder than balancing two glasses placed on each ends of a thin wood. I can't sacrifice one. When night i study, not sleep. When day i sleep, not study. It went like that for like half a year of my junior year. But no protests, i like what im doing.
Everything happens for a reason. Even if i lose hope once in a while, if i get lost in this knotty world, if i lose track of my path, i still think that God has plans for me. If God is wonderful enough to have snowflakes designed with detailed traces, i can trust Him hundred percent even if i don't know the risks and hudrdles i may take.