We are getting closer to graduation. The nearer we are, the more I feel caged.
I would want to walk to the beat of my own drummer, but I just have this inkling even my thoughts are conflicted. What was once so crystal I now know no longer. Succumbing to pragmatism, to the fear of getting away from the rat race and subsequently disqualified.
What is? My reality is distorted by the willful thoughts, and influence. What I don’t want to do, I do. What I want to put as priority, I do not. What an irony – we’re supposed to be more stoic and stable when we are older is it not?