I was always told that in order to get a good job, I needed to get good grades. In order to get good grades, I had to attend school.
It was always a means to an end for me. Not fun, not boring, just there. Just existing. I floated through life with a grayish listlessness, doing little and saying less. I read books because I was expected to. I memorized my times tables because I had to.
Did I want to?
I don’t quite remember the day it happened. In amongst the ashy overlay, there was a light. It wasn’t very much, wasn’t very bright, since a little rectangle in the top right hand corner was turning red. In the sun, you couldn’t see that rectangle at all (had to increase the brightness). But despite it all, I was blinded.
It was incredible.