maybe?

maybe i'm just not ready for that (:

amidst all the words and expectations, i'm really glad for mum and dad who let me have my way in things. i hope i don't stop living that reality. spent some time with my bro and the dudes before he leaves for exams and internship on thursday. somehow, that day just made me reflect on the math of my days.

as usual my mind processes anything and everything that comes my way. (thus its very relaxing to shut off and chill in silence sometimes) and it didn't fail to remind me of what i'm doing with my life. the gigantic question that gets thrown and tossed about in more than one dinner conversation, school corridors, and mnemonic slots.

but then, most of us will never be able to run to our pace, when expectations outpace reality. but we probably shouldn't stop chasing. that would mean to stop running. or for some, jogging, striding, walking....

the last semester is the most challenging. its a bittersweet experience of challenge and resistance. of fights and falls and moments of glory. of what i can do, and what will be done. what will things be like, if you're gone?

as i wrote somewhere, effort for the sake of effort, is pointless.
hope keeps us going (:
you keep me going...?

save the last dance for me.