“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” ― Ursula K. Le Guin
As I heard my name echo throughout the stadium, the feeling of pride welled up in my soul causing a smile to spread across my face. Stepping up, taking the product of my accomplishment in my hand I shook the President’s hand. An imense feeling of joy overwhelmed me as I headed back to my seat. Smiling and waving like the princeess that I am, I finally reached my seat. I was still smiling and gleaming at the book in my hand for a few minutes but all of a sudden I felt as though I was being beat up. Punches were flying to my stomach and face. My brain was going haywire and I wanted to vomit. I wanted to run for it, run to the hills where nature could surround me and the gentl breeze could cool my sweating skin.
I took a deep breath. College was over. A new phase of my life was beginning. But what was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to become? How would I get there? Who would go with me there? This night began the night of my new journey.
All throughout the night, taking pictures with my Proud Pride family and smiling I felt sick. When I finally got into my car I was alone. No one beside me, no one around. Alone–with my thoughts. The fear of the journey worried me all the way to my dorm room. As I climbed in bed, I pulled the covers over my head trying to escape the thoughts.
Where will my journey take me?