Where Do Apples Fall?

Sometimes I get scared.

I'm in college. I probably should not be in college. But I am.

Why? Why am I here?

I still can't answer that. Sometimes when I am walking around campus...it hits me.

I am here.

I'm surroundeed by Dormitories, Student Centers, Academic Buildings...and students. Girls and boys who look just like me...or not like me...we're all here.

But how many of us feel like we don't belong?

How many of us look at a bank and count the pennies in our pocket? How many of us think of our houses and see little more than a roof and some walls, not much of a home. How many of us look at our families and ask

"Why am I the first?"

"What made this so hard?"

And you look back at your past and you realize everything made it too hard.

So, why are you here?

It must be a miracle.

It is a miracle.

But what happens when miracles are only as good as they seem.

When you look around the dormitories, student centers, and academic buildings.

And you don't belong.

When you look around at the students surrounding you, the girls and boys that look like you...

And you don't belong.

You wonder, do they feel like this too?

You think "I'll find home"

but home isn't there.

You're different now,

Not better,

but try convincing anyone of that.

You can't hide how you've changed,

You can't hide your experience.

So where do you belong?

Here.

There.

Does the apple fall far from the tree.

Can you let go of home because you have to if you want to belong. Do you hide when you're at home because you can't belong...

Or do you fall back into the world that didn't want you

The world you fought to free yourself from

The world that gave you a miracle.

Where do the apples fall?