Its the time of the semester again. Final exams lurking around the corner. The Freddie Kruger for all students, ready to take away all our sleeptime for those who fears that he'll go into our dreams and take our lives away.
Okay, lame analogy. Moving on.
I'm going to talk about 'Fear'. Why? Maybe because of Halloween, maybe because of the final exam. Or maybe its because my parents are leaving for Hajj next month. I don't know. All of the above?
What am I afraid of? Apart from making a fool of myself on stage? Life and its uncertainties.
These past weeks, I found myself thinking about the future, MY future. When people ask me, 'where do I see myself in 10 years?', I used to be able to answer them, in specific details. And what are the plans to achieve them. The back-up plan. The back-up back-up plan. (Ask my friend Jojo, she had to listen to ALL of it. Poor donkey.)
Yes, I was the one with a plan. My plan was so clear and solid that my mother gave up her dream to see me go to a medical school. But now, I am lost. I'm not sure when I am or where I'm going. I'm stranded on a raft, going wherever the waves and the wind take me.
'Go with the flow', a phrase both intriguing and frightening. There's 2 ending to this, whether you'll have an exciting adventure, or you'll stuck in a storm. I'm have a bad feeling this raft is heading to the storm, and I don't think I can survive it.
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