Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Breaker
I never did grow up.
When I see friends around me, it seems that I am being left behind in a way. It's like I do not realize what I'm heading towards, often realizing the fact that I am not sure who I was, am and will be. College does that to you, I guess. With all the different paths of life available, I find myself perhaps in a standpoint of where I am heading because honestly, I do not know my own path. People often have a special something, a forte and they seek to follow that but for me, it's different, I'm a jack of all trades, master of nothing so it's pretty hard for me to decide on what I would be.
I lose my focus too much at times, often costing me a test and so but it's just because I have too much to think about other things. Engineering was never my thing but I like to think of the possibilities. I don't know, more than anything though, I'd like to be a Detective or something in Arts; writing, drawing, comics or graphics and such, but what will I expect from this place? Nothing much, happy enough if I get something, even happier if I end up happy. But I really did forget what I was looking for. I guess I'm just writing things like these to focus myself again. Been a long time really, since I learned to remember who I am. In fact, who am I, really? Just an anonymous person writing on an online diary. Wouldn't be different from other people.
The more I step forward, the more I fear the path ahead cuz I wander what lurks out there. Will it consume me or reward me? Or even worse, would I find myself straying too far on the wrong path? I'm afraid the only thing I will find is an empty shell of myself because moving forward means leaving behind some things, things I haven't finished or achieved yet; Dreams. I finally figured out what my parents told me about growing up, something like "Enjoy yourself while you're young, you won't get another chance to" From where I am, I can already see it and I fear it like a fear I have never --ever-- felt.
Riding the Lightning
10:45 PM