signs

signs are subjected to interpretation. but perceptions corrupts the way one think, does it not?

pat on the back. someone gave me. pat that is worth more than one can imagine.

someone asked me recently if it was time to go back to studies. i am meant for bigger things. that i know. a hint was there. but my own hesitation set me uneasy. back one year ago, i will be overwhelmed by happiness. but not now. something is holding me back.

mirror reflected a soul that looks down. a soul that is not me. for i am one who does not bow to fate. destiny lies one my own hands. but for this moment, i look down. we all have our weak moments, don't we?

the weekend air was fresh. my da jie had no idea how much it helped me to rest. the stillness. the serenity. wandering thoughts are kept abuzz. fluttering hearts with butterflies in the stomach.

intensity. passion. frustration. alas

i see footsteps on the ground. mine. unfortunately.

a sign i need. for my own interpretation. to keep me going.