Waiting to board.
I feel like my patience is being tested this week, so is my faith. But eh, I choose to be unmoved.
I'm flying home with a half-baked result of my purpose for flying here. Aaaaaah, I don't want to dwell on the technicalities. Will the option be the partial answer to my life long search for answers? Am I ready for the task up ahead?
The consul's decision could work well or against me. Now I have to re-arrange my plans which basically means re-aligning my dreams which by the way, is far from broken, just slightly bent. I'm fine, I am fine.
Dear Lord, I miss the days when I don't have to over think on things. I miss the days when you are not testing me. I know you won't give me things I can't handle, but can we slightly go back to the times when you don't care too much? Hihi. But you did so, you must really love me.
Selfie upon confusion.
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