So, I recall a conversation I had with my dad over a weekend. It was nice to sit down with him again. Our talks usually end up with him dropping his knowledge, while I rebeliously attempt to dispute his views. On this particular night however, he really seemed to put my obnoxious loud mouth to a halt. After a week full of midterms and papers I was exhausted. My dad asked how this week went, and i responded with a slight shrug and a typical "it was ok" response. He then proceeded to lecture me about how grades are important, and how sometimes I have to put my friends on hold to handel my own shit. This triggered my tendencies and I argued back that I only have one chance to make my college experience the best that it could be. He then said something that I can put to heart forever. "Jason, don't expect anything to be handed to you on a silver plate. In order to truly appreciate the good, sometimes you have endure the bad. Earn everything that means something to you." It was this, moment when i truly believed that everything happens for a reason, and that all the outcomes in life depends on the amount of work that was put in. I can relate to my fear of stepping into the real world, which is just around the corner for myself as well as many of my closest friends that i have made over the years. My boss gave me some friendly advice that the key to happiness is passion and balancing that passion with everyday necessities. If one sincerly believes in something, he/she should not be hesitant, but instead run towards the ends of the earth with it without looking back.
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