The act of throwing a hatchet

Dear readers,

I apologize for the lack of new content over the last year.

A lot of things flipped upside down and then returned into its rusty well-known tracks- sort of. It is no mean feat to return from a foreign country, withdraw from university studies and step back from the educational journey that could push me into the right direction to achieving my dream. Last year I shared my journey of becoming a student of arts in the UK. Despite the excitement, these articles were not biased in any way they still are a piece of writing that could be read and provide help to make you decide if you are interested in the challenge embracement.

The decision to leave still haunts me. It is my very own skeleton in the closet, the cold and thick mist in which I fumble. The persistent doubt about the rightness. Where does this torture end-

I would have written these few sentences to anyone who would ask me 1 or 2 months earlier. Now I have, however, came to grips with the reality that surrounds me. My intention is not to describe how it felt or doing a write-up of the studies. I will do so in another article.

Changing the self-pity into self-assurance and satisfaction was frankly a bitter pill. Sweeping the negative thoughts away from my threshold of mentality exhausted me to the point from which I almost wanted to go back to the UK. I stood my ground and tried to

search my feelings even further.

The outcome was surprisingly warm and welcoming. Going back home was a step back as I conceived it before. Now I understand that it was simply a reasonable decision with which I subconsciously wanted to protect my deteriorating mental health.

Listening to podcasts moreover getting in touch with my good friends helped me to change my point of view. Out of a sudden, the bad was replaced with good metaphorically speaking.

Throwing a hatchet - termination of my studies was a personal choice which was made independently and deliberately since I was a rather good student with exceptional results.

One door closed but that only means that another door is just creaking open.

Luckily there still was a hint of bravery in me, therefore, I dedicated my summer holiday to studying so that I could apply to local cinematography course.

Going back to the creaking door, I would say that I kicked the door out of its hinges - again abstractly said. The university accepted me into the course with the score of 19/20 points ( points are awarded based on the interview test, portfolio quality...)

In the end, I would say that your determination matters a lot. If you want to study/do something in your life and struggle to imagine anything else my advice would just be straightforward: Grip it tight and go after it, whatever it takes! Some critics out there might say: Yeah that's nice but it's not as easy. I do acknowledge the hardship and bitterness. Achievements always come after dedication and hordes of work. Nevertheless, if you desire something you will undertake this process and come out satisfied on the other side.

Do not ever give up. Bite your lip and step forward. Make mistakes they will make you strong. Keep fighting for your dream!