at the beginning of the first match, i was wrestling with a black belt, and i got my hand wrenched.
it was very painful. my mind immediately raced to inform the news and that i couldn't continue.
but my gut suspended the decision and asked my brain to think.
"it's painful, yes, but who cares?" said my gut to my brain.
i lost sense of my right hand for the first 3-4 throws my opponent tried on me.
it was too late to say "let's stop."
so i kept pushing. the whole match ended with a draw, but the result doesn't matter.
there are points in your life, there are some goals you have where giving up cannot be an option.
when i took my gap year, i could never possibly conceive myself studying at wiut. not a single moment worthy of consideration!
and even now, if i carefully and objectively analyze my situation, i am in a total mess, and my mind, seeing all this chaos, sometimes wants to cry.
but drops of tear never come out. because i just can't allow. i look for my alternate version. so should you:
there is a version of you who never gives in for temptations: parties and social media,
who never gives into his feelings, acts how she's supposed to act, approaches people, girls, and important individuals without hesitation,
who studies without distraction,
who builds projects without procrastination,
who risks without cowardice,
who never sleeps in the morning,
that version is waiting.
imagine: what could your life look like in just one year if you lived like that?
