Teenage Dreams

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I met both of them as teenagers, in my first Pre-AP class, freshman year when I dropped out of athletics and decided to tackle a Pre-AP course. (I think this sealed my fate as a nerd through out my high school years...who am I kidding. This sealed my fate as a lowly flower-on-the-wall-bookworm for life! =)  

 We were so alike growing up. three Indian girls who cared way too much about grades... smart but very unsure of ourselves. We spent a great deal of high school dreading where the idol we made of our GPAs would lead us and far too much time comparing ourselves to each other, or at least I did. Throughout those high school years, every year, we would be in a class together.. And there we would walk through the halls of our school, with large backpacks, frizzy hair, and our dreams high above our heads.

I am staring out of the library window as I write this, down onto the highway that starts out a main road with multiple lanes that then splits to various roads.  The roads all lead to different places. I can't help but think that's us. One is getting married in two weeks and moving to Miami. The other is somewhere in London, traveling Europe. And then there's me. And maybe this is where I'll always be.

I am sure glad that the halls of high school isn't where I'll always walk. I'm glad that I am not walking with the idols pride and arrogance. Though I still do this at times, I am glad I don't have to compare myself to my smart and beautiful friends. I walk with my head held high these days, knowing that I was created by a Divine Creator who made me just the way He designed me to be --quirky, nerdy, bookish, His.  I am now walking with love for God who saw my passions and hurts and sins and loved me unconditionally as I learned who I am and whose I am. And those dreams that floated high above my head, well, they shattered. I've realized for sometime now that I will not be recruited by the CIA for an ALIAS like mission and i don't have it in me to become a journalist. But along the way,I've also discovered dreams that I've never dared to dream, dreams that Jesus Christ gave me through the years that leads me to this window at this medical school, in this town in Texas, staring down on the highway below.

So like that highway that splits into various roads, my friends and I have split for a journey that we all individually have to travel on our very own. I hope we will remember where we've come from. I will. Regardless of whatever happened in high school, I'm satisfied being on the road I'm on. And that is all because I have a Savior, Creator-- an Almighty God who lead me every step of the way and continues to lead me, step by step until I reach my destination, that's 'out of this world' (heaven).

Wherever your coming from, that's not where you have to stay. FYI! High school is not forever! The place where you are at, is not where you'll be forever. There will be change and change is good.  It's okay to leave the highway that everyone is traveling on. there's a path that awaits you, for beautiful you.

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