I am so ecstatically... thrilled? Word is never enough to describe a feeling huh? Not sure if that’s the best one to describe this feeling of being so small getting crushed down by a huge ticking clock that would explode at any time because its pointers are running on its max speed, yet feeling immensely exciting for what will be coming in the future. Yup, that’s the kind of feeling days before my so called birth-day, every year.
There is always a question of,
Have I make the most of everything?
Have I give my best in everything?
Have I achieved something worth to pursue?
Have I, use my days wisely?
Is this the best of what can be done so far?
Or was there anything I could have done it better?
Isn't it scary knowing that time never waits, it's always on time AND yet, no, there is no way we can control it unless we are in control of ourselves?
On the brighter side, I am in good spirits. Despite those thoughts, somehow, I have always had the comfort of feeling that everything will turns out just fine. It’s scary and relieving at the same time knowing that there is nothing you can do about the pass, at all – and so I always tell myself to give everything the best. What’s important is, no regret – knowing whatever the outcomes, you have done your best.