The Art of Stopping
We don't stop
That's what my physics teacher always told me. We had exams coming up and he'd give us past papers to do every lesson, and at the start he'd almost always say:
You need to be doing your past papers. If you do all the past papers, I can guarantee you're getting an A*. On a bad day, you might get an A. On a really bad day, you might get a B.
And if I use my blog as evidence, I'm getting there...
We don't stop. After the exams, we then stop.
And we stopped. We finished school, moved on with our lives. That teacher is a legend, and anyone who has him is so lucky, honestly.
I don't think I'm truly capable of stopping - I've been thinking for most of my life, and I have been unable to just relax and go with the flow. It's rather annoying in that regard - always working and thinking about how things will be, even about how things have been.
Sometimes these thoughts have kept me in my tracks, and that's been often disappointing for me.
But I need to accept that all the embarrassing memories of me when I was younger were simply of someone being young, and there's no shame in that.
At last, it's time to stop.