The lucky one
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
“New to town
With a made up name
In the Angel City
Chasing fortune and fame
And the camera flashes make it look
Like a dream
You had it figured out
Since you were in school
Everybody loves pretty
Everybody loves cool
So overnight you look like
A Sixties queen
Another name goes up in lights
Like diamonds in the sky
And they’ll tell you now you’re the lucky one
But can you tell me now you’re the lucky one?”
It does not relate with that society at all. This is my verdict. I left. Once again, I ran away from what I do not like, I do not finish it up to the end. I do not totally disgust this society; I just dislike the few people who act recklessly in it. There was an inequality in there and that was a cancer. I knew that before the cancer terminating my life I should ran away from it. Consequently, this is just a stroke of defending me. Life is a choice and I had chosen the best for me. I want to focus in my education, tot up higher marks as I can and beating the lust and laziness in my body. I had an experience, before in my secondary school time. Once, I was a lively student. I took part in debate competitions, being a school prefect, joining in the school hockey team and made research & development thingy. Those things might work so much just to impress others, but frankly speaking I do not have heart in doing them. Then, it got worse when I stopped suddenly doing those activities because of my health problems. My part of life was changing drastically and I turned out to be another person that I myself did not know. At that time, I admit that EQ (Emotional Quotient) was also important for a person besides the IQ (intellectual quotient).
Studying is not all about achieving high pointer in your grade point average or such. It is a passion, a responsibility, and an enjoyment moment. My dad keeps guiding me to enjoy my studying and my university life. There was a time when I felt that my brain gets clogged with a problem. He gave me a key, whether to stay in the society and keep complaining how worst it is without telling the one who should take the responsibility with that or just stay out of these unprofitable stuff. My mom gave a contradictory advice, she said it was worthy for my future if I continued being in the society. God helped me most, actually. I prayed so that I do not have to make the choice by myself and He answered it. I should not be in there anymore. There were cooler and good stuff out there left for me. I left the society without any doubts, With God Willing I know that I will get a better one; a society that the people know how to respect each other, meetings does not disturb studying time, having good collaboration and no mistreatment people, especially the one that is younger than them.
Though, I also felt pleased that I get the chance to make my vision comes true. I did not recap the history of my life any longer by leaving devoid of any disputes. Indeed, I wrote a letter telling the explanations of the leaving and they were unable to drop it. Making my way to the front line, waving my hands saying goodbye with a smiling face was a routine for me. I had the same moments for many times. The dissimilarity between the past and the present, there was no tears of regretting. There was only a hope of gasping fresh air in a free life, not tying yourself with a rope that will not letting you go to anywhere that you want. Semester 3, here I come. Please be good to me, I had enough bitter taste in the school time. Falling on the bottom had left a scar in my life.
Girls, we can plan what we want to be but we cannot make sure of what we will get. It might not the same like what we had planned, so be prepared. The future seems like harsh, but it will not be like that if you have confidence in in what you have to believe. Presently, I am able to escape from the mistreatment and let me tell you now that how relieved I am to be the lucky one.
“New to town
With a made up name
In the Angel City
Chasing fortune and fame
And the camera flashes make it look
Like a dream
You had it figured out
Since you were in school
Everybody loves pretty
Everybody loves cool
So overnight you look like
A Sixties queen
Another name goes up in lights
Like diamonds in the sky
And they’ll tell you now you’re the lucky one
But can you tell me now you’re the lucky one?”
It does not relate with that society at all. This is my verdict. I left. Once again, I ran away from what I do not like, I do not finish it up to the end. I do not totally disgust this society; I just dislike the few people who act recklessly in it. There was an inequality in there and that was a cancer. I knew that before the cancer terminating my life I should ran away from it. Consequently, this is just a stroke of defending me. Life is a choice and I had chosen the best for me. I want to focus in my education, tot up higher marks as I can and beating the lust and laziness in my body. I had an experience, before in my secondary school time. Once, I was a lively student. I took part in debate competitions, being a school prefect, joining in the school hockey team and made research & development thingy. Those things might work so much just to impress others, but frankly speaking I do not have heart in doing them. Then, it got worse when I stopped suddenly doing those activities because of my health problems. My part of life was changing drastically and I turned out to be another person that I myself did not know. At that time, I admit that EQ (Emotional Quotient) was also important for a person besides the IQ (intellectual quotient).
Studying is not all about achieving high pointer in your grade point average or such. It is a passion, a responsibility, and an enjoyment moment. My dad keeps guiding me to enjoy my studying and my university life. There was a time when I felt that my brain gets clogged with a problem. He gave me a key, whether to stay in the society and keep complaining how worst it is without telling the one who should take the responsibility with that or just stay out of these unprofitable stuff. My mom gave a contradictory advice, she said it was worthy for my future if I continued being in the society. God helped me most, actually. I prayed so that I do not have to make the choice by myself and He answered it. I should not be in there anymore. There were cooler and good stuff out there left for me. I left the society without any doubts, With God Willing I know that I will get a better one; a society that the people know how to respect each other, meetings does not disturb studying time, having good collaboration and no mistreatment people, especially the one that is younger than them.
Though, I also felt pleased that I get the chance to make my vision comes true. I did not recap the history of my life any longer by leaving devoid of any disputes. Indeed, I wrote a letter telling the explanations of the leaving and they were unable to drop it. Making my way to the front line, waving my hands saying goodbye with a smiling face was a routine for me. I had the same moments for many times. The dissimilarity between the past and the present, there was no tears of regretting. There was only a hope of gasping fresh air in a free life, not tying yourself with a rope that will not letting you go to anywhere that you want. Semester 3, here I come. Please be good to me, I had enough bitter taste in the school time. Falling on the bottom had left a scar in my life.
Girls, we can plan what we want to be but we cannot make sure of what we will get. It might not the same like what we had planned, so be prepared. The future seems like harsh, but it will not be like that if you have confidence in in what you have to believe. Presently, I am able to escape from the mistreatment and let me tell you now that how relieved I am to be the lucky one.
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