It's been 16 days since I cut myself off from the only thing I knew all my life: school. Now that I'm stranded by myself, untethered by the doldrums of college, I have only silhouettes and mirages to look forward to. This is indeed the most trying period of my life--in more ways than one.
I'm like a train that's been plowing through obstacle after obstacle, but no matter how powerful I am, I'm still bound by a little track. Some people get derailed in life, and some people lay tracks well into the future. I'm neither derailed nor set for life. I suppose its finally time to start laying down some tracks.
The last two weeks have been my little vacation. It's finally time to start up the engine and start running.
