It was the summer break. Next year, I would be going to 10th grade. We had been given two months of vacation.
It was the happiest time of my entire year. There was no one to tease me. I was all alone—and I loved it.
Being alone didn't mean I was lonely. I wasn't sad. It meant freedom.
After some time, I realized that vacation was passing so fast. When you're enjoying something, it can't stay forever.
There is always a moment when good times end, but your memories never forget those moments.
Eventually, you have to sacrifice that freedom and move on.
The people who have a fixed goal are focused on what they want to do. But there are many who still haven't figured out their goal