Crossroad

The ticking of the clock instills in you a belief that you're growing towards adulthood, but that can only be true biologically for everyone. As you tread through life's waters, or turn the mundane pages on the calendar, you can believe all you want that you're nearing the point of transitioning into another point of life without any materializing actualization; days seem the same back-to-back, and life, like a train, still rattles on the railway track at the same pace. A mechanical routine. You may think whatever you wish to as you look out of the window and the changing scenery until the train stops at the station and you aboard a different carriage.

Even as you near the marking age, you may not necessarily feel anything; you don't automatically grow a year older upon blowing candles on your cake. Would life be any different as you grow a year older?

Significant happenings may hammer reality into your glass globe. And till then, the clock continues to tick. And tick. 

We can deny all we want that we're still children, that we're still the ones who don't need to pay for their denials. Leaving many homes of the heart and stepping into a crossroad in life that changes your world for the next decade much earlier than your peers ultimately stirs a farrago of sleepy excitement, anxious anticipation, and devastating helplessness. As soon as the confirmation letter arrives, the world will change. There are always sacrifices to be made.

Stranger, stranger things will continue to happen, and that's a prominent sign that God's working His hands in your life. Blessed in ways.

As I waver with uncertainty, I'm grateful for the people who've encouraged and reassured, and continue to. Thank you for the support, love, and care, Jun Nyap, Mei Kay, Keisha and Yihwa.