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