A Story of Immigration : Greece's academic crisis

 Unlike misled popular opinion, the view from my window does not look like this:

 In fact, it rather resembles something of that form:

 "But Greece needs every young talent it can find...stand by its side" are words commonly mumbled, mainly by 40-year old suited businessmen, 65-and-a-fraction aged ladies with a profound interest in cats and a whole generation in waiting. If only the people's fates did not strike me as incompetent with what they could've achieved outside this boundary-infected country, I would have considered the statement as legitimate. No such luck is to be seen on the descending horizon.

 I've not even reached the moment that marks the middle of my teenage years. One would think that I'm only being hyperbolic ; potentially trying to declare a riot against my country because it is fashionable to do so. The later may be true, but my dislike towards what the land I've smiled my first smile and shed my first tears in has become is not affiliated with that fact. I do wish for the fiscal situation to stop deteriorating, at least stagnate, but my rational mind cannot envision such an event taking place in a minimum of 10 years from this very date. Even though the crisis is what has affected the majority of Greeks, it is not, surprisingly enough, the reason I wish to abandon my motherland. Education - or rather the lack of interest in it expressed by the Greek government - is the driving force.

 As every self-respecting teenager of the 21st Century my thoughts are subject to my many dreams. Albeit finite, those dreams are of almost infinite significance to my personality and future. It is an acknowledged fact that most of these dreams revolve around cultivating matters ; getting a degree in the subject I love the most, pursuing a career, living my life without a constant burden on my shoulders. I've tried to find ways in which Greece could provide me a sound education in my field of choice and found none ; the situation is nothing short of hopeless.I do not expect life in the country of my choice to be vastly different, or profoundly easy, however as much as I'd like to declare my like for the country I've been raised in, I try to prioritise in my life and I am aware that my education is what most directly affects the core of my existence, and thus something I cannot ,under any circumstances, dismiss. It also happens to be something feasible to shower yourself in, in this postulated country of my choice.

 On a separate point concerning the issue presented, I am not the only one who does not wish to tolerate more of Greece's corruption.

 As much as I've attempted to keep my ears and eyes shut, and through utopia-esque dreams convince myself otherwise ,I've not succeeded. In a few years I'll have to wave the only land I've known well a perhaps-permanent goodbye. A tear will surface in my eye - though it won't be for the poor government but rather for the beauty of this exploited country.


 Do you deem my reasons for wishing to pursue my future in another country as reasonable? Leave your perspective right below!