Let the desire for self expression take over. Be poetic, be cringe, be dramatic, be vulnerable. Let the love of the game consume you. Let it be a moment of freedom, a moment of self-realization and radical obsession. Leave your mark on the world, or more importantly, on someone else’s mind. Let the academic correctness disappear into the rearview mirror, become a small background artifact as you turn the corner into a new day, a scenic view, a renewed you, not the cliche of a new you, but rather the same old you, rejuvenated and intentional, turning pain into verses and songs, and directing emotions into beauty. It’s not desperation that drives you to this state, but a calm and enduring joyful surrender, and an acceptance of who you are, an indulgence in it even. You’re letting yourself show itself to the world, and you’re savoring the moment in which it happens.