Some days, I struggle. I nap at 7 PM, wake up at 9 PM, convince myself to haul my ass out of bed and study.
Most days, I lose the motivation to study. I pour over the 15-20 page notes I typed over the course of 80 minutes and get overwhelmed that within this material holds the information to affect real people.
But then I start. I read, I learn, and then I fall in love. And sometimes, I wish I didn’t fall in love with a subject that evidently doesn’t love me back. A subject that works so hard to deter me, tire me, and convince me that I am not worthy of such profound greatness. But I love, and I persist with the reminder that among the rubble, there will always be hope of better days.

















