I feel like my …

I feel like my adventure is somewhere out there. I can sense it. Feel it rushing through my arteries, flowing through my veins. Yet my eyes do not register any signs of excitement. No scenes of an amazing journey registers in my corea. Is there really something out there for me? I feel I’ve grown so much yet so little. I am not that bowl-cutted tall girl from primary school anymore, yet I’m not the confident independent woman I crave to be. Exactly what am I? I don’t feel like I have a goal in life anymore. Sure as a primary five kid I wanted to go to Harvard and be the president of Singapore. But yet, a few years earlier I wanted to be a gardener, a princess, miss Singapore. I’m meant to be a step closer to knowing who I am with every year I mature. But seriously? Someone give me a sign. 

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