There are so many questions I must answer myself. Then, sometimes I get so much tired of figuring them out that I leave the rest of the questions for tomorrow, and unsurprisingly there are twice as many as I left the day before… then I found myself in a chaos, clutter, loads of mess which I didn’t make. Then, I cusre my peers, elders who are supposed to answer them for me… but whenever I turn to them, they grimace and shake their heads. Then, I pick one question at a time and try to make sense out of it, and unbelievably I find myself drowning in them.
But life has to go on, you know, it must go on, so I take a tight box and put all of my worries, questions, and anxiety in it, and live happily. Till it overloads and burst open, and every sigh, moan, pain, tension come rushing back. In this situation you’ll find me hanging with a straw on the edge, repeating this mantra “I will survive, I’m gonna make it through. Just give me time. I’ll get over it!”