It feels as though its supposed to be a high in my life

the future prospects

the glory

the accolades

but I feel that achieving these things will not bring me joy

rather they are opportunities for me to test myself

a shift from the tears of joy associated with getting good marks

to a more mellow

‘this is to be expected from you’

continuous striving it is.

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