"You can make it in the field, I'm sure you will be one of the best if you work hard as you did so far," the lecturer told Matchim. These words echo in her so vividly, rendering them virtually impossible to forget, even if she wanted to. It had been three months since Matchim Celia entered college, three months during which she hadn't made up her mind on the field to study. Amidst the crowd of universitarians, she felt lonelier than ever. Her life had become monotonous — the same cold faces, with the same cold expressions. Though having broken the ice with some mates, she wasn't comfortable enough to lay bare what haunted her thoughts – choosing the right field after the preparatory semester. Entangled in her family's ideals and her own desires, she felt like a mere extra in her own story. She searched for meaning in chaos through the walls of the labs, wandering between each. All over were rows of equipment and myriads of students skillfully navigating between them. She watched with starry eyes and a hint of bitterness in her heart. Despite their differences, they had something she definitely didn't — passion. "Will I ever be that good at something?" she sighed deeply. December was fast approaching, marking not only the end of the year, but that of the preparatory semester too — the moment Matchim had so much feared. Her mates were firm about their fields, despite numerous dissuasions from the lecturers for most. She, on the contrary, was just as lost as before. To crown it all, she didn't make it home with her parents for the end-of-year holidays and had to make do with video calls. They encouraged her to pursue a Computer Science degree, but then, there was a catch — she did not believe that she could make it in the field, given her limited grounding in the subject. While her fellows opted for formal sciences in high school, she made a choice she believed portrayed her better and was “safer” — natural sciences; but then, things did not work according to plan and she ended up in an engineering school. She viewed this as a twist of fate for not choosing what was “right” earlier. They believed in her ability to do it more than she did in fact, but that was not sufficient; she needed an external opinion which wouldn't look “sentimental.” The following morning, she showed up at one of her lecturer's offices. This latter welcomed and listened to her, unveiling all that was troubling her — something she wouldn't have done before. That day, she walked out of the office different. She knew her fears were still there, but she could glimpse the silver lining — concealed yet visible. In January, she opted for Computer Science. During the first courses, she was astonished by her own performance. Notions she thought were long buried flowed seamlessly — she raised her hand, answered questions, and turned out to be right. In the past, she would just watch her dreams slide by without at any moment daring to graze them. Now, a new world bloomed, unfolding possibilities she had never thought about. Today, she says, "Cheers!" to her dreams, and looks forward to accomplishing them.