A friend is leaving at dawn.. her flight is taking her to a 7 or an 8 hours-difference-land. Much will never be the same again.. Much will does.
Hope the friendship stick on the same route. The more I get to this, the more I get to real life, the more I realize.. What is this all about? What am I doing exactly? Me, myself am going to the German Embassy tomorrow to get my visa.
And so out of the blue I think back to myself, Is this really really really happening? Am I really going to continue this life this way? Somehow the way gets clearer, though scary. It's indeed very scary, when you are doing something that really is a "turning-point" phase. Maybe it's not a turning route, maybe it's there all along. Maybe I was just too busy with everything so close that I couldn't see what's coming. Yeah, well..
At this moment, somehow I don't want the time to roll. This is right. This is fine. This is perfect.
But life is not about perfection, right?