You know, I wouldn’t want to follow in his footsteps. Because there’s no meaning that can be properly defined, seriously. Yet I can’t bring myself to think of how meaningless this whole drive actually is or else the day would come where I would indeed take his route.
I need to set a year for departure (of course all the family issues come into mind but I can “depart” in the non-physical sense). After tertiary education? But it might be too painful to endure by then. And to where? Thought of doing service overseas but I have no idea how I’d support myself.
Yep, it’s all crumbling down. Good that I’m not overwhelmingly bothered by it.
One for all, All for one, Venturez’ 06