“Does the walker choose the path or the path the walker?” – Garth Nix
We all go
through that phase where we don’t know what to do next, what we want to do, who
we want to be…who are we?
Senior year is the year your head will be exploding with those questions and uncertainties. Which university I can explore my skills in best? Which university my friends, boyfriend or girlfriend are enrolling in? Which universities can my parents afford? How do I know which university I’m going to feel happiest studying in?
For me, those questions were varying from; which university is the farthest
from where I’m currently living? Do I really have to wait a few more months
until I can finally get out of here? But wait, where am I going to go? And who
am I anyways?
So, I set my sights on France. Not because I love France, or French people for that matter.
Just because it was the farthest affordable place I could go to that wasn’t Morocco and where education was relatively better than my home country.
I started applying for universities in France, confident that it was where I
was going to end up. Unfortunately, all we know for sure is where we ended up in the past.
I remember being asked one day in class, on a morning;
- “Are you going to apply for ENCG?”
- “Well, yes. Got to have a backup plan.”
- “Which ENCG would you choose to go to, ENCG Settat?”
- “Absolutely not, never in my life will I go live in Settat. Who even knows where Settat is?”
And that was the exact moment I set myself up for disappointment.
Summer came and went and I was packing for my leave to…Settat. As it turned out, faith and I didn’t have the same plans. So, I comforted myself saying that it would only be for 2 or 3 years and that time flies away so fast it will inevitably take me away with it to the United States, the actual place I wanted to go to.
School time was finally there and all I was thinking about was the future, more specifically, 2 or 3 years from that moment. Taking a deep breath, I immersed myself in that universe, determined not to let the situation faze me and promising myself that I wasn’t going to give up, ever.
One year and a half later, I knew. I knew that I had learned things I wouldn’t
have learned if I had gone to France. I knew I had given myself the chance to go
continue my studies in the United States, which I might not have had had I gone
to France, and many other things.
I finally knew that everything happens for a reason and that all we have to do is go with the flow and brace ourselves for the adventure that is life. Of course, always keeping in mind that what matters most is staying true to who we are and what we want to do in life. After all, all roads lead to Rome, don’t they?
“There is nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.” – John Lennon