I wish they asked you things like: where is your favourite place in the world?
Or, instead of what you want to be in when you grow up, what do you want to do to make you happy?
Everything just goes by too fast these days. I feel like my freedom’s gone. Hell. Half of my academic year has already passed. And there’s just too many things I want to do.
I want to travel.
I want to live and feel and breathe.
I want to see so many places and explore.
I want to write stories and listen to others.
I want to change a life and be changed in return.
It’s always the same; that it’s not really the goal, the destination, but the journey that really matters. And the people you’re with. They are the ones that shape you. So why am I still searching for an ending?