Tomorrow marks the beginning of the end
Of the final two years.
What was said to be the easy part.

You all tell me not to worry so much,
But I still do.

What if I don’t do enough?
What if I make some monumental mistake?
Some epic failure never to be forgiven.

You tell me not to fear the failure,
But it feels as though that is all the universities
And my future bosses will be able to see.

Each a mark against me
In this over competitive world.

But shouldn’t the bosses and the Universities
See the growth from the failure
And not the failure itself?

To me, that makes more sense.
I would much rather work with someone
Who took a risk, failed and overcame it.

Than someone who didn’t even try
And got it right the first time around.

So, maybe you are right.
Maybe I can’t sweat the small stuff.
Maybe things will just fall into place.

But maybe they won’t.
Maybe I’ll fail.