Insofar as I know, I love the night. I always do. The cloak of darkness shrouding all in secrecy, revealing nothing without the presence of light. The cool whispers of the night breeze caressing your cheeks like a forgotten lover. The eerie glow of the night lights juxtaposed against the depth of the darkness, always trying to drive away the darkness but failing to. It is just so beautiful, so appealing and erotic to the lost soul.
My dear reader. do you follow your dreams and your passion? Or are you like the headless bunch of people out there following the herd like lemmings? Heading towards certain death…Do you have the mental courage and strength to follow and pursue your dreams? Some do, some don’t. Perhaps I may belong to the latter, but then please forgive me for there is no lack of trying.
I have thoughts, random noises from the white noise, to quit studying and to take up my passion. But as I am clearheaded and not under the influence of certain liquids, I desist. Must I follow the path of everyone? Can’t I not take the Road Less Taken?