day by day i skipped blogging.. and no sooner is it, i find time speeding by meteorically. it's horribly alarming, escaping the elementary trigonometry facts we learn. time zooms by without a second trail. how fearful.. :/
it's the month of july. and well, july wasnt meant to be frightening. july was implied as the commencement of torture. true, but with additions to the torture, the phobias.. of time moving by in such a dire speed.
i fear the truth that form 4 is in terms of months. and no longer years.
it's, again, pretty strange that i'm all into the solicitude of growing old, instead of the fatal PMR when it's concluding this year. i'm in the wrong path, worrying over the wrong things..
the prognosis of being in form 4 has always been a literal nightmare. it's when ive got to decide faith, when ive got to destine life. it's all in one word, ten fingers and a whole bunch of senses. when ive the most minimal of the last concerned.
personally, it scares me when ive to decide what am i to be in time to come. i have the slightest clue, with the perception of pleasing the world, but myself.. then again, i dont live life for the rest of the universe, it's for me. and me, solely..
i wish to be like her. but music doesnt dominate my life, to be precise. i havent actually taken it seriously.. it's always the unforgiving attitude of, take it for the next week. though imaginatively and instinctively, i would enjoy much of this profession.
i want to be literarily excellent. to radiate literary illusions to the rest of the world, who hasnt learnt to cherish it. potentially, it's not much of a sloppy hill, not to mention the lavish amount of contentment achieved.
i need to be professionally impressive. to suffice the world's hope and theory of not dumping a whole lot of gray matter to waste. but the truth is, wouldnt there me more wastage if i dont get sufficient contentment to proceed? i dont know..
so the world wouldnt agree with me. im up with an esoteric fight.
odd, but when u fight life, life always wins.
