Temporary

It hurts to know that everything in life is temporary. Even life itself. The people that make up your life, they come and go, and all you are left with are fragments of memories that were shared among ourselves. And being able to know that the people you are having the time of your life with aren't going to be there one day is definitely heartbreaking. For once, I want to be able to grab hold on to all these people that I love and care for and not let go. Just hold on to them, head against their chest, listening to their heartbeat, knowing that their existence still resides. If there is a time machine somewhere which allows me to toggle time, I'd pay for any amount of $$ for it. 

One by one, everyone's moving on, leaving and doing other stuff of their kind. Experiencing new hobbies, cultures and lifestyles. I, on the other hand, have yet to make up my mind on what I should do in the future. 

Studies in Brisbane, I don't mind. But accommodation? Job? School fees? My parents ain't gonna fuss over that. I have to do all of that on my own. Working my ass off now to save some $$ for the future, a future even I am unsure of. I'm not going to resort to working in an office, 'cause I ain't got time for that. 

I was born to be different, I was born to do something unique unlike everybody else. But I just need to figure out what that is. What? Something that I can be proud to boast about. Yeah yeah, people hate people who boast about themselves, but at the very least, I know that I have accomplished something in my life. I have achieved something. But right now at the moment, I could only brainstorm about the possible paths I would take.