I’ve been meaning to capture this thought for a while now but I kept losing the words and I wasn’t really sure how to express myself. I still don’t think I know how to really share this. Lately, it feels like reality really hit me. I’m getting older. It’s starting to become really unclear to me on how and who I will spend the remaining of my adult years with. I can’t even begin to pinpoint how to reach the independence that I try to picture for myself. Also, maybe I have too many different types of friends/acquaintances or maybe I am more of a nomad after all. This nomadic feeling, I am all too familiar since being an only child and all. I’ve come to terms that I am different from other people and I don’t mind being the outcast. I like to think that I’m adaptive to whatever setting I’m in, but I’m not. It’s debilitating to know that I have so many weakness yet I try to overcome them and end up pretending I am all together. What I’m trying to say is, the future really seems like a daunting idea at the moment. And I’m sure I am not the only soul in the world who feels this way. We all have our moments of weaknesses and also moments of sobering pangs of reality. Especially when we wake up from our dreams and start to appreciate the beautiful life. Or rather find more peace and beauty in our dreams.