ironic
Time is of the essence! I barely have months before I fly and make the most out of the opportunity. Truth us, the thought kills me. I mean, no matter how hard I prepare myself for the inevitable, I still don't know if I could pull it through. Given that I am convinced about the idea, still I am not satisfied. I am waiting for something more. I am waiting for that one specific day, the heavens shall open and as if on cue, a big echoing voice would tell me straightly, "Go!". You see, I've been thinking quite thoroughly. I've scanned every possible idea and wrote most of it. But what now? Where? What to do? I've been trying to inject some confidence in my system but I think the dosage just fell short. God help me. This is by far, my biggest decision. Like for me, next to the biggest decision of every girl, this decision that I am making is a matter of life and death. I don't have any assurance I know, but isn't it that everything in this world does not gu...