Hearing so much about people’s fucked up life, listening to their doubts, discussing about it and feeling them echoed in my mind; I’ve come to realize that, no, I don’t know what I am doing in life. I am no longer concerned about seeking out that special someone to complete me and share my life with. I am worried more about finding out what I am supposed to be doing with my life. Now that I’ve opened up my mind to all possibilities and not heading straight towards one goal, I feel comfortably at ease with the world and people around me.
Gone are the judgements I pass on people and in comes acceptance. I am slowly growing fond of the culture here. Even though rugged and tough at corners, but it is cute…
I’ve made up my mind to travel around the world… in 2 years. For how long? I don’t know. Until I find myself again. My new quest, while working away at my current job and slowly killing my body, is to find someone who wants to do the same with me in 2 years.
Yes, I am lost. The one goal I’ve been chasing for the past 13 years has been achieved. I am now an engineer. It is no longer the support beam of my whole existence. I am left at the end of the line wondering. Did I win? Did I lose? Does it matter?
By chance you read this. Will you go travel with me and get lost in the world?