Raising hope



I cannot explain how I do it - not really. I just do. It all works out at the end of the day; somehow, it all works out. Like a Phoenix, I seem to rise out from the ashes and survive to fight more battles where the odds are steadily stacked against me. And at the end of it all, when the dust clears and the sun shines through all the confusion, I find myself one inch closer to the end of the tunnel.
I can honestly still see the light. It's right there! But I'm here. This is the story of how I got here.

Overview
December 2011.

It finally came in the post! The letter confirming that I had been accepted into Journalism and Media Studies 2 in my hand, I remember sitting back and thanking God for that stroke of luck; and I promised not to let him down. I sometimes feel as though I broke that promise. You see, I came back to Rhodes cocky beyond measure and extremely reckless. I worked my way right to the very edge of the Cliff of Failure - where I proceeded to dance quite precariously close to the brink, more so out of habit than anything else.

The one major difference between this chapter of my life and the memoirs I shared at the end of the previous year is that I have grown: both as a person and as a writer. I've gained a sense of maturity hitherto unknown to me; and now I will share with you all the complex and utterly ridiculous tale of my life.

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