It’s the end of yet another milestone, and it’s just 15 weeks away from the much coveted, much awaited day. It has come to this juncture when I’m beyond words. I don’t know what to say. The whole experience has just been something rather surreal yet we have simply past it through, just like that.
Sometimes, I feel as if I’m just following through motion. I try to make all these worthwhile, but I see no utility in doing so. We are on the constant lookout for silver linings and incentives and much treasured opportunities to break away from the cycle. From expectations. From duty. From something that doesn’t matter after all these time.
No matter the case, no matter the emotions involved, that day will come. And when it comes, I just hope to look back and tell myself a significant chunk the past 22 months were lived to be fulfilling, and not blindly looking forward to that one day. That fateful day where we all turn back to the past and tell ourselves, our time is over.
However fast it comes, two things. If we love it, cherish it, make the fullest out of it, learn as much in it as possible. If we hate it, do the same. For a day lived is still a day lived. Every day survived is a day closer to whichever we’re looking forward, but the bottomline is that it would be best lived, not survived.
Take Control 
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