Mr Messy

I have so many things that I wanna blog about, so many stuff to share. But all were broken by one single thing that ironically supposed to be the one that binds all - family.

I have a house but it’s merely a shelter.
I have a family but it’s just people.
I have a a life but somehow it is not mine.
I have myself but I have nowhere to go.

My life is in a mess. And I standing on the crossroads. There are so many paths to thread and there’s no such thing as the right path now.

My internship has just ended, technically speaking I’ve graduated. I should be enjoying myself. Wait, I am enjoying myself. But I just can’t escape reality can I?

Every step I take now will dramatically shape my future. Every single movement will trigger a butterfly effect that I may not even know of its repercussions. As much as I wanna stay still, a part of me keeps saying you have to move on with life.

But every move I make, is leading me deeper into abyss.

Don’t worry guys, it’s not about the futsal yesterday. I had the time of my life there.