So this is how it feels to be at the finish line. A quiet sense of relief within you drowns the cheers of family, friends, and acquaintances. You take part in the celebration, but deep inside is a soft hum of fulfillment. You look back at the track you've hurdled and sigh, “You made it.” You know that while the world’s applause encourages you, it could only take you so far because the battle you fight is against yourself.
When a professor makes you feel like you don’t have the aptitude for law and bullies you until you almost break into tears, it’s not the consoling words from classmates that you listen to, but your ego. You know yourself better. And so you stiffen up your neck, swallow the tears and try to grasp as much as you can from a haphazard reading of next day’s assignment. When a dreaded professor compliments you during recitation, it is not the approving glances of your classmates that you perceive, but the throb of pride and pleasure in your heart.
It could be a lonely struggle, but nothing can be more satisfying than knowing that you conquered your worst critic, your greatest foe, your Self, and challenging that person to embark on another crusade.
Where are you going, where do you go?
Are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars?
If along the way you are growing weary,
you can rest with me until a brighter day
It’s okay, where are you going, where do you go?