As students success is very paramount to us. And in a bid to meet its demands, we do many things that are both helpful and detrimental to our health. Especially, to stay woke and active at nights.
From a personal perspective, I think it pays to be true to oneself in all pursuits of life. Trying to be something or somebody else at the risk of one’s identity, health or nature is un-defining. Because, at the end of the day, if the end doesn’t justify the means, one will end biting one’s fingers.
Naturally, I am a student who doesn’t like to fret about many things. Not that I am not always concerned about success or failure.
I’d, rather than show my uneasiness to gain public sympathy, would keep it to myself and fight it, real strong 💪!
I am a TDB person. I read till day breaks. I can last for 8 hours without the aid of a stimulant. I am that blessed. In my 100 level days in Uni, I stayed with a company of jako-fighters. My roommates were really studious, brave and strong. The motivation was always there. But..In spite of this, my faith and confidence in me got watered down and diminished till it almost reached zero. Perhaps, because I belong to a department that demands more than you can ever give.
There was this course I offered in 100l, It was a Drama course. All had been well until this lecturer came and took over. The lecturer took the course in some way that I began to question myself if I was really good enough.
When I began to take stimulants, I felt good about it because it afforded me the time to read wild and wide. I was so desperate about success that I frequented the intake of stimulants. Which one have I not tried, is it a mix of caffeine drinks and some coffee or energy drinks? There are some pills that keeps you woke at night too. I call them Busu—the delicious poisons. Funny enough, I was not unaware of their bad effects on my body system.
The effects didn’t come suddenly, they came gradually like early drops of January rain. By the time I was fully drenched, life became almost meaningless to me. For days, I sought sleep and couldn’t find it. My sight suffered terribly and my eye deficiency escalated. Not exempting the psychological imbalance which I went through.
My dear, health is wealth. I indeed had good grades. I got what I wanted but of what significance are they when one doesn’t have the life to make use of them?
I think one needs to accept oneself with some level of confidence and do the hard work smartly in the most organic way
See ehn, success is a good thing. So, I’ve got to be desperate about it, work for it and get hold of it. However, in all my chasing, life is the most important. Na person wey get life fit use am do great things. So man, in all your gettings, get life.