Why I Don’t Have a Degree
I don’t have a degree.Not because I couldn’t get one.But because I chose not to chase a paper that never felt mine.
I learn through life — through people, mistakes, movement, silence, love, heartbreak, forests, cities, sound, stillness.
A degree never taught me how to feel.It never helped me understand my sadness or how to hold someone when they’re breaking.It never told me who I was beyond marks and medals.
I didn’t want a system to define my intelligence.I wanted freedom.To question. To play. To explore. To unlearn.
Some people ask me — “But how will you survive without a degree?”And I just smile.Because I’m not here to survive.I’m here to live — fully, wildly, consciously.
I don’t have a degree.But I have depth. I have stories. I have soul.And that’s enough for me.