Pressure

B"H

Once upon a time, I was a Yeshiva student.
A student of a well – known religious haredi school.
I hated this school.
I loved this school.

We had a firm schedule.
Studying in the late afternoons and in the evenings.
Torah, Talmud und Jewish law.
I hated the classes.
I loved the classes.

The pressure was enormous.
To dress modestly.
To behave appropriate.
To pray.
To think.
I hated the pressure.
I loved the pressure.

One day I had a nervous breakdown.
Caused by the pressure.
Pressure I put upon myself.
Now I have a free life.
Nevertheless, sometimes I hate it and sometimes I love it.