Ich hab das im Internet gefunden und musste es einfach mit euch teilen, weil es so wahr ist!!!
How do you know what is a dream if you never accomplished one. How do
you know what is an adventure if you never took part in one. How do you
know what is anguish if you never said goodbye to your family and
friends with your eyes full of tears. How do you know what is being
desperate, if you never arrived in a place alone and could not
understand a word of what everyone ...else was saying. How do you know
what is diversity if you never lived under the same roof with people
from all over the world? How do you know what is tolerance, if you never
had to get used to something different even if you didn’t like it. How
do you know what is autonomy, if you never had the chance to decide
something by yourself? How do you know what it means to grow up, if you
never stopped being a child to start a
new course? How do you know what is to be helpless, if you never wanted
to hug someone and had a computer screen to prevent you from doing it.
How do you know what is distance, if you never, looking at a map, said “
I am so far away”. How do you know what is a language, if you never had
to learn one to make friends. How do you know what is patriotism, if
you never shouted “ I love my country” holding a flag in your hands. How
do you know what is the true reality, if you never had the chance to
see a lot of them to make one. How do you know what is an opportunity,
if you never caught one. How do you know what is pride, if you never
experienced it for yourself at realizing how much you have accomplished.
How do you know what is to seize the day, if you never saw the time
running so fast. How do you know what is a friend, if the circumstances
never showed you the true ones. How do you know what is a family, if you
never had one that supported you unconditionally . How do you know what
are borders, if you never crossed yours , to see what there was on the
other side. How do you know what is imagination, if you never thought
about the moment when you would go back home. How do you know the world,
if you have never been an exchange student?
&
Ein
Austauschjahr ist wie eine Fahrt mit der Achterbahn. Zuerst will man
unbedingt damit fahren und ist sehr fasziniert von der Vorstellung, dann
geht es schnell. Man muss einsteigen und dann kommen die ersten
mulmigen Gefühle. Dann gibt es Hochs und Tiefs. Aber es wechselt dann
sehr schnell. Am Ende ist man ein bisschen traurig, dass es schon vorbei
ist, ein bisschen stolz, dass man es überlebt hat, erfreut wieder
festen Boden unter den Füßen zu haben und eigentlich würde man am
liebten sitzen bleiben und noch mal fahren.
Übrigens es sind nur noch ca 69 Tage :D