"You'll be happy be soon. Press on, two more weeks to go."
"But daddy, I'm tired of this already. I don't want to play this game anymore daddy. I'm sick of seeing 6 years worth of work being reduced to those alphabets that mean nothing at the end of the day."
"It's the rules, it's the society and to be part of it you can't do anything about it. Accept it. Like what I said, 2 more weeks."
"But daddy, I just don't want to do it anymore. I need to find a new place. What if I can't get into any universities? Where do I go?"
"Everyone reaches the same end point. It's just a matter of which path you take. You can take a longer time, you can take a shorter time, all of us still end up the same."
"Daddy..."
"Now go to sleep. You need some rest."
My late night convos with the dad lately. Every other night I question about the point of all these exams. We take them every year, why can't we accumulate our results and just let it be? Consistent effort is worthier, isn't it? But these are the rules, you don't change rules because rules are rules you're supposed to follow. I hope I reach the end point safe and sound though. Maybe that's the least I could ask for now. I need to find a new place. Soon I'll be gone. For good.
