I am not a great leader, neither am I a famous sports person. I am not an eligible corporate bachlorette, neither am I saving lives by the second. I am not a best-selling poetess, neither am I a housewife with diamonds and pearls growing in her garden.
I'm just an aimless person trying to find my path in life. Sounds normal enough, I know. That's why I can't really complain that I haven't found my perfect window to look out from yet. I've got many aspirations, but no inspirations.
Sometimes I think I'm too scared to commit. To any way of life. I know if I wanted to be a doctor, I'd be a good one, or that I would pass out of engineering with flying colours. I would attend regular classes for an english honours graduate degree. But something in me is hesitant, always. I am, right now, doing a journalism and mass communication course, and sometimes, I feel it's a waste: I already know I'm not going anywhere with this degree. Or am I?
It would be wonderful to let peace seep in by saying that I let the heavens above control my destiny; yet I know it's not that simple anymore. And it wouldn't even do to say 'If Only...' or 'I wish...'
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