For the past two years, I have been hoping, wishing and praying every single day for this.
And now, it seems like it's finally coming. Will I be ready for it? Or will I chicken out like the first two times?
I have never been sure of what I am made for. I have been wandering aimlessly, not knowing which direction to go, and which will lead me to the final destination.
Life is not a bed of roses, nor is it a colourful rainbow. If you ask me, I'd tell you that life is like a stack of hay. It's dull. It's boring. It's the same everyday. Unless you find something different in that stack of hay, say, a bobby pin. Those days are the days where you will feel happier, and maybe laugh a little more than usual. But it doesn't happen often... It's literally looking for a needle in a haystack. These days don't come often, unless you work hard to look for it and to make it happen.
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I haven't been home in almost two months. The older I grow, the more guilty I feel.
Have I been wasting time? Precious time where I can be close to my parents and spend quality time with them? Each time I go home, I find them more fragile than the last time I met them.
Two nights ago, I lay in bed thinking... What will happen when my parents are no longer here? Will I be able to cope with the loss? Will I regret not going home often enough? Will I regret my decision to work here in KL rather than somewhere nearer to home? Will I blame myself for not being obedient enough? Will I be there when they pass on? Will I be able to survive without my mom's nagging?
I teared.
I am terrified at the idea of losing my dad and mom. How will I even go on without them around?
Ahhh....... I miss home!!!!!!! :(
Why am I not born in KL?