For the past 9 years, I have been living life by counting down and wishing ¨the day¨ will be here soon. Not much memories were made, and even fewer were captured. Everything has always been a blur that will disappear only in a matter of time.

Do I regret it? Regrettably, not entirely.

I hate it here and I hate everything about it. But I must add there is nothing particularly wrong with it at all, it is just not what I want. Unfortunately, I have grown accustomed to the way things are that it would be ¨easier¨ to stay. Realizing that makes me hate myself.

So I am at the crossroad where the street forks into three ways. Once I choose to walk down a path, it is very likely that the roads will not be joined again.

I can choose to stay in the ¨comfortable¨ present, return to the place of the past, or dive into the unknown in the future.

I think I know what to choose.