courage

I met my senior this evening. She is so beautiful. If I look back and see what kind of girl she was, you would never think that the girl standing in front of you is the same girl. She was a tomboy girl. She liked to do anything she wanted to. She moves once in every six month to a new rent house. She told me that she wanted to find a new atmosphere, new situation. She won’t be able to stay in the same place for a year. She will find a new place even if the old one is very meaningful to her.

I found out that she struggled to be what she is now. She is an independent woman; she has her own salary, affords to pay her tuition fee and stuff. She is amazing. She could get what she really wants. Of course, this sweetness can’t happen without effort. She majored in of the most difficult major in my university. Unfortunately, in her last year of college, she had to give it up. She decided to find what she really wants.

She took all of the risk by moving to another major. She’s a brave girl. She gives her all to her new study and she feels happy with it. I really want to feel that kind of sweetness, too. Something that we have put a lot of effort in it, and finally we could reach it. The sweetness of the result is the greatest thing. In one word, I really want to be like her. She encourages me through her experience. I would make it too.