It was April when I submitted an application form for dropout at a university where I used to study in Japan. I still remember I was kind of bewildered that the process has been done so easily. It seemed like they didn't even give me time to think it over again. Having left Admission Department, I told myself, "It is going to be alright". Raising my eyes to full-bloomed cherry blossom tress, I made up my mind, no matter what, that I would never come back to this university to fulfill what I had decided. I don't want to deem myself as a person who derailed on the path where a lot of people are supposed to pass, but as one who got off the train and decided to walk on the rail.
Life is choice. I would rather think what I decided is, most of the time, right.
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