As I went home from college yesterday, I was sort of trapped in traffic congestion. Suddenly, I remembered that one of my sister would be 30 this June, and now I’m 21 years old.
Time zips by, you know. It makes you question what you’ve done with your life, and honestly, I don’t know what I’ve done. And I’m afraid of the future.
Yeah, maybe most of my time were lost in the street when I was trying to get home to get some rest. But after that, it’s mostly routine. You do the assignments given, and it actually siphons the motivation out of you.
Because, as I write this post, I felt like I’m not as motivated as 6 months ago. If I’m asked what I want to be, I would answer him with a silent answer. Because I honestly don’t know.