Life doesn't always unfold the way we expect . Sometimes, destiny has plans for long before we're ready to see them . I've learned not to question the timing only to trust it . I'm not sad , but I carry a quiet guilty in my chest . Maybe because I know that while God has laid something good in front of me , I still struggle to wait for it with grace
But patience is a lesson , and so is faith
There's a part of my past that still lingers in the corners of my momery a chapter that , even years later , feels like one of the most beautiful accidents of my life
It was school
Maybe everyone says their school days were the best , but for me , they truly were . I still find myself drifting back to them like a favourite song
I was in 10th grade . School started on June 9th I remember that day so clearly the soft rustle of new notebooks, the familiar smell of old hallways , the comfort of seeing my friends again . And the happiness of being welcomed by our headmaster , who felt more like a mentor than just a figure of authority
But what I didn't expect was him . A new admission. Quiet eyes . Transferred from another school .
At first , he was just another face . But the universe had already written him into my story
Two or three days later , the principle called me in . Nothing serious just a task , a simple list he needed . I stayed back , made a list , handed it to the teacher
But looking back now , I realise that moment was the beginning . The start of something small , something silent , but something that would mean more to me than I ever expected
Isn't that how life works ? The things that matter most don't always arrive with a warning . Sometime , they sneak in through the side door when you're too busy living
After I finished the list , I walked over to the teacher , papers in the hand , trying not to let the nerves show . I wasn't doing anything big just helping out . But something about the movement felt important , even if I couldn't explain why .
The teacher scanned the names , then looked up , "call them in one by one . Let them choose the class they want "
So I did
I stood at the front of the room like it meant something maybe it did reading names with a strange mix of pride and pressure . As each student picked where they wanted to go , I noted it down , my handwriting a little shaky from the weight of being trusted with something .
After the second list was done , the teacher handed it to another student and told them to bring those students to our class
Then he turned to me lowering his voice just enough to make me lean in "the new student " he said He is the principles relative . That's why the shift happened so quickly
Ah so that's how things worked sometimes Not fairness , not logic , just quiet connections that rewrote the rules when on was looking .
I didn't say say any thing . What was there to say ?
But not every one stayed
One of my closest friend someone someone understood me didn't want to be in the class anymore . I still remember that look her face when she told me. Not cruel . Just distant . Like she'd already made up her mind
She didn't believe I could do things right . Maybe she never did .
And just like that , she transferred herself to another class . No drama . Just a quite goodbye that didn't sound like that