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  • The sun was still rising, the air brisk and cool, and I almost felt as if I was the only one left in the world. I came across a large tree outside one of the freshman dorms. The sun peeked between the branches and the leaves, so I stopped and looked. How beautiful our world really is if you just stop and slowdown for a minute.

    Having an 8am seemed to be the drone of the semester. As a senior in college, waking up at 6:30am just to slap on some makeup and scarf down food seemed to be a glimpse into the future. Doing the same thing everyday, the same time, a routine that mimics a robot that was just powered on.

    No one really stops to look at the little things in life anymore. Years go by faster and faster, and I wonder to myself "What is life truly all about?" So, what's the answer? Work? School? Friends? Family? Love? Who really knows?

    Most people who have 8am classes just drag their feet across campus wishing they were back in bed sleeping, but one day I did something else. As I walked out of the building, I stopped and listened. Nothing. There was no noise but the sound of the trees rustling in the wind, and the occasional bird chirping. It reminded me of home; the suburbs of New York where everything was quiet. I looked around as I walked, and noticed that campus was very much asleep.

    My inner child pushed against my chest, wanting to break free to climb and sit in the tree, but that wouldn't be appropriate, would it? When did life get so complicated, so judgmental? Everything would be so simple if sitting by that tree was an everyday thing. But don't be stupid, right? That would never be possible, not in today's society.

    So I continued my walk across campus, knowing I had three more looooong classes ahead of me, and pushed the image of the tree to the back of my mind. I know the next time I walk past the large tree, it will give me 30 seconds to stop everything in life and just breathe. Just 30 seconds, that's all I need.
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