Last night I walked on this street called Harris. I enjoyed walking down this street when I had time to go to campus, and when it was morning. The scenery would be awesome, and during the spring, trees would bloom. A very refreshing walk.
So I decided to walk that way at 3am last night. Because every path in my life, I've tried to choose. Or someone or the other has chosen for me. But this is something I can look back on and say, yes: I chose to walk that way, in the middle of the night, away from home, to campus and back, in almost total darkness. And the most important thing about this decision is that I don't have to explain myself to anyone. No one has to know why I did what I did. It's a decision that's inherently mine, and no matter how illogical walking alone away from home on a poorly lit road for an hour may seem to anyone else, I should be proud of it. For I chose to do that, alone, outside anyone else's influence.