...the other night, as I exited the Department at 8pm alone after a late meeting at the office, and I walked up St. George Street while the campus streets were abuzz with the activities of a new school year, that I'm a student before I'm an employee. It occurred to me that I'm a member before I'm an organizer. I'm a participant. I can age, and grow, and change, but I when I step foot on campus, I can feel as alive as I did that first day that I ever did as long as I participate in the activities here.
But in this grand epiphany, I had to concede that something yet was amiss. That in spite of this renewed excitement to be here, something was different.
When I started University, it felt like a sacrifice of billable hours. Back then, it was an inconvenience. Today, it had further occurred to me, that it's a pleasure. Education is no longer obligatory. It is no longer a means to an end. It is the end. I preached this for seven years, but only now do I fully believe it. I faked it, and now, I made it.
I'm more free now than when I was eighteen, in spite of my constraints. Dare I say it? I dare! I am better off now than I was 11 years ago. I knew this, but I feel it. I could see it. I no longer feel like I am trying to swim with cinder blocks.