3,000 Miles From Destiny
“And I hope you find it
What you’re looking for
I hope it’s everything you dreamed your life could be
And so much more”
When I was 12 years old I fell in love.
I know that sounds super cheesy, but it’s true, I did. I fell in love with a boy and a dream all circa 2009.
Much to the dismay of hopeless romantics far and wide, this post will focus on the latter of the two. On that note, I shall effectively begin part three of story time with Alexa.
In 6th grade, I decided I wanted to go to this one school in California, major in something medical and become a doctor. Boom. Life decided.
The boy I was swoonin’ over had the same dream school and career in mind, and boy, I thought it was destiny: the boy, the school, the life path, all of it. I became so attached to this dream version of my life and clinged to it until I was a senior in high school.
When I began looking at other colleges in 12th grade, I realized I really didn’t think that California school was the right choice for me and soon after I realized I really didn’t enjoy science enough to spend the rest of my life doing it. The life I thought to be destined for me was literally crumbling before my eyes and I was freaking out.
March 31, 2016 is the day my dream officially died. What happened that day? Harvard regular decision application statuses were released and I got in. Don’t get me wrong, it was arguably the best day of my life, but this wasn’t the plan and letting go of everything I previously thought my future would hold wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.
I am incredibly content right now at a school I didn’t think I would attend majoring in something I didn’t even know I had an interest in at this time last year. It is okay for your “destiny” to change. Life works in mysterious ways, you may end up completely separated from what you thought you wanted, and that’s okay. If things don’t work out how you imagined they would, whether that be during the college application process or in life, don’t necessarily look at it as the tragic ending of one thing, because it may be the beautiful beginning of something unforeseen.
As for the boy, he ended up at that school in California (What school? The world may never know) and is still working towards being a doctor. His dream came true, and so did mine, even though these things happened in two completely different ways. For now we are just two people situated on the opposite sides of the country, living our best lives, a mere 3,000 miles away from destiny.
Pictured: myself and the boy, the top picture is from a Student of the Month breakfast in middle school and the bottom is from our senior prom
About the author
Hey y’all! My name is Alexa Brown. I am a proud first-gen college student, born and raised in Springfield, IL and now living in Dunster House (D Haus best house!). I spend most of my time... View full profile