After all, life can never be easy. Ever.

This is me again, stranded. Uncertain, no concrete plans and doubtful. I wonder if I'm the only one who struggles myself with where I really am today. And where will I be going years from now. It always seemed that I'm a complete stranger to myself. When I was a senior high school and was asked to submit a paper for the year book data, I didn't know how to fill in the blank of that last question. In the future, I'd want to be a/an ____? I was so young then and never had any idea what's out there. My childhood dream was to be a teacher mainly because I enjoy checking papers and using the chalk. So after goofing around asking my classmates what they'd put in, I wrote doctor all of a sudden. What I thought of then was that I'd love to know the mystery behind our body that makes it possible of doing its processes in such an organized and amazing manner. It's been two years now and I am here in the middle of the process of making that happen. Faced by trials, deadlines, pressure, frustrations and self-denial I am still capable of doing my part on the carbon cycle. I have to admit that this agony of who I am, where I'll be going, is always present. Moving around my mind and eating spaces which are supposedly for cell biology and genetics shits. I believe though that there is a reason why I am here. Why I passed in this course and not in communication arts or education in the first place. Maybe it just lacks clarity for now. But time would come that I will understand. Imagining all these things about me, I can say that I am happy.