“Would your spirit falter by mere competition?” No. “Would you keep on dreaming?” Definitely.
However, the decrepit rust coloured leaves hanging from the branches skirted by pools of autumn gold underneath, sweet chill breath of wind blowing our silk skirts while being surrounded by dynasties’ remains – imagine yourself basking in such glorious and gorgeous setting. The little discomfort will definitely be the least of your worries.
While I succumb for words to perfectly describe the exact feeling, I know I was such on a high – probably the lack of sleep and coffee cups, or perhaps the unexpected tremendous love and support from family and friends, or moments of procrastinating, then, the challenge of cramming after, or simply the thought of being blessed for such opportunity, or a good mixture of everything.