Transition I

It's two days before the start of my last undergraduate class, and I realized that knowledge doesn't really make a person. Who you are is never determined by how many equations you remember or how many poems you can recite. At this point, who you are is innate, it responds to different environments in it's own unique way, but given enough time, it will always go back to it's original state. Every day I think about all the things I wish I could do, and the kind of person I wish I could be. But in the end, like most other people, I am thrown in this world of chaos trying to figure out a way to survive, and I'm doing the best that I can.