It’s a long way to the top.

Here with family and in my warm, comfortable abode, sometimes I dread going back to the hostel. But then, I think of how much I’ve grown over the years in which I’ve been out and how much I’ve discovered myself. Had I been at home, I’d never think of growing as a person and building myself stronger and better every day. And yeah, I cannot live my life like a frog in a well. Even if I’m given a chance, I’d rather fly.

Well, for the last few days, I’ve been treating strangers like enemies. And I don’t really like the feeling. Well, the world isn’t my enemy. It is, in fact, conspiring in my favour. I don’t deny the fact that I’m scared of a few people out there. I’m not really scared of them, but of how they make me feel. But I also know that fear means there’s a necessity for an attitude change now. It’s not like I’m meeting bullies and Bi****s for the first time. When I was a kid, there used to be bullies in school whom I’d handled anyways. These are new people in the list. I’ll handle them. I’ll give up stereotyping too. I’ll try and be hardworking too. It’s a long way to the top.