This piece is my last output. In two weeks, I graduated at my two courses at Wesleyan University, and I shall forever treasure these learnings for life.
Breath in... Breath out...Breath in... Breath out. “Stay calm. It is terrifying, I know, but you got to trust the process.” As I try to catch my breath, resting my hands into the dirt, kneeling like I am going to die, grasping for every little oxygen around me I began to ask myself who is this guy telling me to be calm and trust the process? I looked up, and I saw no one around me. It was probably some hallucinations or a mind trick to lure myself into the great vast, powerful hope of life. I am helpless, I am a mess, and I am stupid. But that voice lifted me as I crawl down at my path trying to survive the life as we know it. That voice was writing. Writing lifted me, writing taught me to channel my energy, instead of bottling them up, write it and express it, convert those feelings to something productive like writing. It saved my life more than once, and every time I am at the rock bottom, that voice comes back and just before I know it I am either holding a pen writing at my notebook or opening my computer and typing my mind out. This course became an additional volume to that voice. It powered up the voice and sucked me deeper into the light of hope to keep going and write it up. It turned up and made the voice more convincing and powerful. Just the perfect voice one will ever hear at the bottom of the pit, and suddenly that one person will have wings and get through the most challenging days.
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