Flipping through old pages of a book brings back memories. Memories of what I used to be, and how much I’ve changed over the years. I guess this, just this time round I really can't find my way out anymore.
This time round, I've really got to place my fears and worries aside, to brace the unexpected. I'm going to have to leave my fears behind and walk on a different path. You'll never know what you'll find.
It's just tiring. Having to work out things, one after another. When nothing seems to ever be complete. It gets tiring, and annoying. But I guess I'll just have to put up with all these, and hope for the best.
"Everything happens for a reason."
I sure hope this isn't another lie. Hopefully so, because I'm not going to give up here, and am going to strive on.