Flight of Fate
I got into a graduate program, the only one I applied to. Researching a variety of programs I found this particular one that I felt fit my interest and objectives most clearly. I told myself if I didn’t get in that I would just, “screw it” and take it as a sign from God and fate that there is something better out there than this career. I find that it’s often easier to put pressure on fate instead of oneself, responsibility of the individual is lost once one regards it all to fate. For example, it wouldn’t be my fault if I did not get into graduate school, not because of poorly written essays, that C- from college chemistry class, lack of experience in the work field….the problem would be with fate, not me.
But I was suprised.
I got in.
Fate go the best of me. I later found out that over one-hundred and fifty people applied and thirty got in. I hope this does not come across as bragging. I don’t know what I have that the others don’t. However, knowing this little fact brought me such a peace with “fate”, such a piece with finding a career path. This is because knowing this meant that other people saw something in me, something that would make me succeed in this career, and it was something I have been scared to look for for years. What I needed all along was courage to jump and a couple voices to whisper and tell me that I would fly.
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