Now what?

The year is coming to an end and the start of the unknown is about to come. Having been thrown in the chaos of secondary school life and lived to tell the tale, I find life now more meaningful. I have a dream, something which I never thought a person of my statue could ever hope to have. I have a talent of creation through the art of writing, a talent which I never even thought of before. I have made friends in the most unlikely of situation, have lost friends, regain them and even deepen bonds with most of them. But even with all this new discoveries and strength to guide me, it all boils down to the same thing that have been clouding my mind for so long.

"Now what?"

I have absolutely no idea what to do next, what my next step should be. Having thrown caution to the wind and taken a blind leap of faith, I see a shining utopia at the end of the journey, but the road there, covered by sandstorms of fate seems bare.

I'll make the best of this opportunity I'm given, I'll keep running, chasing that childish dream for it is all I've ever know how to.

"I never think of the future - it comes soon enough." -Albert Einstein

Dreams

Why I want to become a teacher? Why I want to be a writer as well? Why must it be English?

Well, one, because English is something I find interesting. How we can play with the words, make them become more than just some scribbling. Bring them to life and give them form. Technically, all languages can do that but I'm better at English.

And being a writer will do that for me. The border between dreams and reality have always been thin on my side and the view from here has always been great. Writing stories is a way for me to share my thoughts and view of this beautiful world with everybody.

Last but not least, the reason for me wanting to be a teacher is simple. Dreams. I want to give others a dream to look to. Give the hopeless hope. Be proud of others achievement and not my own for I've never been able to appreciate efforts which are mine.

My dreams are hard to achieve, some say it's childish. But I'll run, and I'll catch up to them one day.

Something New

Today, I Aden, learned that mustard, even though it's yellow and if you put it beside melted cheese you can't tell the difference, IS NOT MADE FROM CHEESE!

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Cross my mind is suicide
But my place lies not that side
So I chose to keep my rights
Above my place in paradise

Endless Wave

I don't think the whole having a circle of friends thing apply to me. I asked Loh the other day. If my friends hate my other friends, but they're all cool with me, can they really be counted as a circle of friends? He told me jokingly that what I must have is a wave of them. A never ending up-down wave. That's my life for you. I still hope I can end this year with a circle though. Even if that means me giving my life up, so be it. At least, they won't be fighting no more.