Haiku — 0026: Resilience

Here we go again.

The cicada sleeps,

Sixteen winters pass in wait,

Waking for the spring.

Between an insurmountable (that word’s a whole line for a Haiku, five syllables!) workload, my extracurricular commitments, and picking up pieces of whatever was happening, this week was long and hard.

But then, I did myself a small favor. I re-read some of my writings, especially the uplifting ones, and thought, in a bombastic fashion,

I did not come this far only to come this far.

And in continuation of that thought, I wrote this Haiku on resilience.

Just like a cicada that would not give up on emerging just because it laid dormant for a few years, I too, should not drown under the torrent of a raging change. I try to recollect my first few days as an MSc, student, returning to academia after two years, thrown into the quarter-style exams rather than the semesters.

The ever-increasing pressure, the mountain of material to read and learn, the assignments, the daily life — Enough to make a few people discontinue or take pauses.

Only, the more resilient among us survived two years and graduated on time.

And that is a feeling I am going to reapply to my mental frame yet again, as I await the next spring of my life.

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