Flawed.

Semester wise epiphanies seem to be becoming more of a trend for me. I spend an entire week having vague and varied revelations about everything from Donald Duck’s pant-less existence to the presence of an excessive amount of green in my room. But overanalyse I do, and the end result is a long, endless rant, and sharp evidence of little or no progress in the studying area.

I have come to the recent conclusion that University life is all about mistakes. I’m pretty sure that I did not make even ONE correct, useful, right decision in the last three semesters. I’m not saying that I regret all of it. But wise choices have failed me ever since I first stepped into my dorm room last year.

Maybe that’s the point of college. If you make all the right decisions... well, perfection, unflawed as it is, has no scope for inadequacy of any sort. And with no imperfection, all that you have to look back on are boundless green pastures of happiness- which sounds like a good thing, but let's say that I've been there, done that- and truthfully, these green pastures can get boring. Besides, they don’t last forever, and sooner or later the storm comes. But, however scary the storm may be, when you live through it and look back at it, more than the noise, more than all the thunder and lightning and cold, you see yourself surviving. Most importantly, you see the rainbow after it’s passed.

I don’t intend to sound preachy with this, but what I’m trying to say is- make mistakes. Make lots of them, and don’t be scared to make a single one of them. It’s alright to make stupid decisions, and sometimes being embarrassed isn’t such a bad thing- even if your Diwali outfit makes you look like an oversized pumpkin with a dark blob for a face, and makes you feel big enough for Cinderella to ride home in after her magical night; even if you spend three hours enjoying the latest Harry Potter film on the cusp of a week of tests; even if you write five-hundred words of confusion right before your exams.

Give yourself a chance to trip and fall- metaphorically, of course. You don't want to end up with four pairs of torn jeans like I have. But that's another story.