Like the morning light, ...

"Life sometimes get too bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it. There is always another appointment to be met, another bill to pay, another symptom presenting, another uneventful day to be notched onto the wooden wall. We have synchronized our watches, studied our calendars, existed in minutes, and completely forgotten to step back and see what we've accomplished." - Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

Recently, time seems to be passing doubly fast. From time to time, the fact that I'm in my final year of high school and almost in my final term hits me and I'll just stone for a while. Then I think about my school life, it's been an amazing one; no wonder they say that time flies when you're having fun. You know there's always this moment when you enter your thinking mode? You just think about things, all kinds of things as well as people. Good or bad, happy or sad. And when people ask you what you're thinking of, you just can't seem to find the exact answer to that question. Simply because you're thinking about everything you can remember at that moment. Some people like long bus rides, others perhaps prefer staring into space, people-watching, day-dreaming, blasting music, reading or even penning down their thoughts. The kind of things that people do to trigger their thoughts, many. I've come to understanding myself better this year, I think. Or maybe this happens to everyone as they age another year. 

But then, sometimes I reach a stage where I think that many are just furthering their studies because of societal expectations? Behavioral treatments? I don't know. And of course, we all know that education brings us a better life in future. So how many of us are actually pursuing a field of study that we actually see ourselves in that particular industry 20 years down the road? I have no idea where I'm heading towards actually. Sometimes, it's funny; when we're given different paths, we whine about being spoilt for choices. And yet, when we are directed on one path only, we whine that we have no choice. Sigh, life.