Hang on

You know what I wanna do? I want to have a steady job that pays adequately, travel the world, take photographs at random places, write about what I saw, get hitched and start my own family. That is my dream nowadays. I'm looking forward to achieving that. I'm praying very hard for it.

I may be traditional by having such way of thinking, but that is what I believe will be my ultimate happiness. I guess I'm ready to step out of my comfort zone and become somebody I am not. I want to stop lying to myself. Reality is that I'm going to end up pathetic like all the people in the offices, but however boring their day-to-day jobs are, I bet they have their own source of happiness and satisfaction elsewhere.

Happiness is not standing in a crowd where everyone is miles ahead of you and yet at trying your best you cannot achieve the same. I want to write and not listen to the world, I want to write and not listen to the voices telling me that I am a failure. I want to let my thoughts roam free and fill my world with colour again. I'm trying too hard to find something that isn't there. It's time to stop. Time to hang on tight.