Between the halls of the university and my postponed dreams

Sometimes university isn't just a place to study, but a true testing ground for the self, for strength, for patience, and for the belief that our efforts won't be in vain.

I enter the lecture halls, I sit among dozens of faces, but each one carries a different story. I carry the story of a student trying to balance a grand dream with a harsh reality.

Studying isn't the only difficulty; the hard part is studying while thinking about university expenses, books, commuting, and a tomorrow that holds no clear guarantees.

Sometimes I return home feeling drained, not from the lectures, but from thinking about the silent question: Will I reach where I want to go?

But each time, I decide to continue.
I continue because I know that every small step today could change my life tomorrow.
I continue because stopping means leaving my dreams behind, and I don't want to be someone who gives up halfway through.

University taught me more than just the curriculum; it taught me patience, self-reliance, and that success doesn't come all at once, but is built silently, day by day.

I may not have everything now, but I have a strong will, and I believe that whoever walks with sincerity will reach their goal, no matter how long the road.

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