After two years of graduate school, I feel as if my life has been silently stolen for two years. Countless days and nights of hard work, but little positive feedback, as if sowing seeds in a barren field, but the harvest is slow to come. I was confused as to why my efforts failed to bear fruit and why my persistence was not rewarded. I long for the seed that can be harvested, I long for the efforts will be successful, I long for the sweat to irrigate a rainbow belongs to me. Those long nights of lights, countless test papers, turned into endless waiting, but in the heart of the burning undying hope.
