With all the hustle and bustle of applying to grad school, I somehow find myself calmer and happier. Nothing scares me. Sure there's a high stress level associated with having to study for GMAT almost every nights, writing out numerous essays when my english is not even fantastic; but I guess the already bad year has prepared me to accept the worse and go on with life.
Previously, life was bursting with hopes, enthusiasm and ambition. A little blinded by the positive energy.
Now, still the same ambition, but reality-check gives less hopes and moderate enthusiasm.
Maybe I'm broken or more matured?
Or maybe maturing is being broken.
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