At a certain point, there’s NOTHING you can do

Throughout the entire semester, it’s like I’ve been realizing the same thing.

That at a certain point, there’s nothing more that you can do.

As I’m writing this, I am sitting in a café, but I have an exam tonight (an exam at 7:25-9:25 p.m. on a SATURDAY—> this should be a crime).

And when I say, “at a certain point, I feel like there’s nothing you can do,” I mean it. Like, it can go individually for just one exam, just feeling like you’re studied out, have studied all that you can’t and you just need to take it and get over it. Or in a general sense, what you can do with your grades.

After this period of final exams is over, I’m going to be sitting at home for winter break. That’s just a fact; that’s just going to happen. And it’s going to happen regardless of if I absolutely bombed my final exams, or somehow did amazing.

This goes hand-in-hand with topics I have already written about, such as

1. Fate (hands)

2. Owen Meany (main character from A Prayer for Owen Meany)

…This is…nice?

You did it. You did your best. Now if I didn’t…that would be a whole other (scary) topic. Then I could go around blaming myself. But I know I would never do that to myself. How could I? It’s too important…and I’m too stubborn…

Fate. Let it go.