Something I miss.
I miss being a student. Not because I’ve begun working. Not because of the responsibilities I’m having to shoulder. Not because of the challenges I’m having to face. I actually like the fact that I’m independent financially at least, and I can pay my own bills, choose where and what to buy.
But why exactly I miss being a student is because of this. The adventure, the competition, the company, the opportunities, the care, the genuine concern and warmth. From teachers, from friends who you can call your own. There’s recognition, there’s acknowledgement, there’s appreciation. There’s always time to make mistakes without hesitation, without people demeaning you. There’s no one who’ll judge you by your mistakes, instead, there will always be people to guide you, correct you, and help you out. It is one phase when you can be carefree, yet, get to learn loads. It is one phase when you can actually afford to be wrong. I miss being in that phase.
P.S. This is Day 16 of my 30 day writing challenge