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 While growing up most of us have come across many encouragements and enthusiasms from caregivers of the unit called the family to pursue education as long as one wants. All the concerns, appreciations, criticisms and gifts of the child surround the fact of how much they secure in an exam. The first disruption in the smooth and active encouragement happens when the child takes up humanities instead of Science, especially if they had required marks to go for science. 


Many find institutional education useless, many find it useful, either way, one is expected to carry out education till they receive a certain degree. 

Fair enough. Many among them struggle to complete their education, some are very convinced with the social conventions, they like to flow with the river without a rift and many start liking the subject they take up. I'm one of the latter students. 


But one of the greatest shocks happens when after a certain point in life, education seems like a distant reality, it seems like a luxury. The biggest revelation of life is you can not pursue education for as long as you want. The primary reason for your acquaintances' excitement about your education is for you to get a job that pays you tremendously well.

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