I have a habit of developing the blues. It comes from nowhere. A wave of sadness turns into a tsunami, and instantly I’m being drowned under the weight of it all. It’s a natural disaster that occurs with no warning whatsoever… but sometimes, my head emerges from the water and I’m overwhelmed with a deep breath of air. A sudden realisation dawns on me as the air fills my lungs. A reminder of what is written for me in the stars.
The tsunami never intended on being destructive, it was nourishing a drought. It turned into a mere puddle before my eyes and i was left with a sense of peace at my inevitable fate. The fate that my studies laid upon me. How fortunate am I to study what I love?
Literature and languages is where I thrive, absorbing the knowledge of all those who came before me and keeping their memory alive. The theatre is where my soul replenishes itself with performances and characters, choreography drawing the cast closer together as an ever-growing found family. It is not a job that I will be burdened with long after obtaining the degree, but rather a passion that burns through my veins and will continue to do so till the day I perish from this earth. It is an ideal life. It is my reality.
So… how lucky am I to study what I love?
A Sense of Vellichor 
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