it didn’t before, you’re not going to find one. Sometimes, it’s just about being present with the discomfort, about deciding to ride out the waves instead of fleeing from them.
That day, my shaking hand was no longer just an emblem of fear; it became a reminder of my resilience. The fluorescent lights still buzzed, the lecturer’s voice still faded into monotony, but I was there, breathing through it.
As I eventually stood and joined the throng of students heading for the exit, I held onto that lesson. It wasn’t merely about overcoming; it was about existing amidst chaos, allowing myself to be vulnerable yet unyielding.
In the end, what matters isn’t the absence of fear, but the courage to confront it.