Dichotomy of a post-grad brain

It's strange, this place we're in in our life and our mind.

Full of possibility. World at our feet, our oyster, behind the door of my our choosing.

We have an education. We are educated. That paper says it's so.

Good. Easy as pie then. Just remember the lesson in that classroom during those days and I'll pick the world up, pry the shell open, kick the door down.
Hello?
Test 1-2-3.
Can you hear me now?
I said!, Easy as pie. Just remember the lesson in that classroom during those days and I'll pick the world up, pry the shell open, kick the door do--

Yes I heard you, but, which lesson, which classroom, which day?

Your guess is as good as mine. The lesson in that classroom during those days. I'll pick the world up, pry the shell open, kick the door down.

Yes but I don't know which lesson, which classroom, which day!

I'm just trying to help you help me.

Yes, but how do I know which one was the lesson? What if I choose wrong and you can't pick the world up, pry the shell open, kick the door down?

Just do it. Dig deep, take a leap of faith, and never look back.