Tomorrow, I move in to Harvard to begin my freshman orientation program and what will transition into my new life here for four years. We walk our lives in organized steps on categorized terrain, but now, I will be forced out of the world I once knew and experience the newness of a raw reality that exists in exciting, uncategorizable movement - the inspiring unknown of university life in a university that waits for no one and moves forward at a breakneck speed. A sense of the stillness of familiarity being broken incites fear, a quiet trembling in my heart. But at the same time there is an undeniable sense of excitement, like a limestone that feels the trickling waterfall begin to shape itself and reacts with shock at the strangeness of the sensation, trepidation at the final result but excitement, excited by the rapid movement of the water.
I will never be back here again, and everything I’ve done has meant that I cannot look back. I make a promise to myself, one that should be made to every college freshman or person transitioning in between phases of life: break the organized rigidity of familiarity, and dare to dream that I will be a greater person than I once was. Paths that lead upwards are more difficult to take, but will show us things we didn’t know were there.