Hello there.It's almost 2am here. I don't know since when but nowadays, I really can't sleep before the clock hits at least 3. Probably because I've been thinking a lot. About life, about this and that. About everything.
21 years,246 months,87,790 days,2,154,960 hours,129,297,600 seconds,I actually did make it out until today.But the longer I live, the longer I think.It feels like, I haven't even reached 25 but I'm already facing my first mid-life crisis.
Identity.
It's my final year as a college student. Graduation is just two or three steps ahead. But I cannot seem to get my mind straight. I'm losing my way. I don't what I want and what I want to become. Is this the life that I want? I'm not sure.
I think I missed the chance. I missed the opportunity to pursue what I might like. But I believe, God has a better plan for me. It's just that I haven't figured out what it is. But, I will, right, eventually? It is never too late, that's what I've been telling myself. I am so aware of how limited my time is, and I don't want to spend my days regretting things.
Tomorrow, the sun will shine brighter.Tomorrow, I will figure out where this road leads to.Tomorrow, I will be stronger.Tomorrow, I will rise.