I really am scared for next year, no scratch that anxious. no scratch that I'm getting that exhilarating, yet timid, where your heart beats match your inhales and exhales feeling. Not so much of the upcoming school year, but what comes after. Post-High School, post-securityto Pre-Life. The days are getting shorter and shorter 365 turns to 7 in a blink of an eye, and it's really hard to think about it, without getting that worried look . It's a whole lot of jumbled up conundrum of feelings, is the risk worth it? How can I be so sure? That this is what I want to do in life, That this is going to work, That this what is going to make my life? Is this for me? How far will I go? I'm not scared of risks because none taken is regret, I'm not scared of mistakes because none made are lessons unlearned. I'm scared of not knowing my destiny, my future not having the control over it. Nothing can reassure my fear, all I can rely on is, my mind, spirit, imagination and passion.
