These five years may possibly be the craziest five years I will have in my life. From low to high, through ups and downs. People walking in and out, gains and losses, laughter and tears. Some memories I wish I could remember, some I wish I could forget.
I once read that people don't change, you just see different versions of them. As we grow older, some versions of people make you despise them but really, we're all just human. There's nothing to hate.
I can't bring myself to say what it is that has make me feel like I do today. After building my way to where I am now, I feel like there's no purpose. I feel I'm wasting my time despite doing so much with it - so much that doesn't matter.
And it all just makes me want to travel. To get away from this weekly routine of work and study, to really find out what lies in the world outside of my own bubble of uni and corporate that so many people are sitting in. I am so, so sick of this routine. I'm dying for the year to finish to this life.
These five years I thought I've seen so much, but I know there's so much more to see. So much more to gain and so much here I could lose. I'm craving for a journey, maybe a peaceful one, maybe a painful one. Whatever will help me move on as a person and help me make myself, to find myself. Will this journey ever end?