It’s been 6 months.
6 freaking months.
Yet, here I am, eyes welled up, choked, fingers cold, and the heart just won’t stop beating fast.
I’m there again. Where emotion clouds judgement. When doubts get the best of me.
Part of me feels, this is my time, this time I’m gonna prove that I deserve to be here, that I deserve to graduate. And I did my part for it. I’ve done my task, I did my job. I gave it all.
But there’s another part of me that is scared as hell. Scared beyond what I can describe.
Mak said, orang lagi takut nak mati, nak jumpa Tuhan, nak jawab soalan dalam kubur, itu lagi takut.
Well that did change my perspective toward whats coming this Monday, for a while. Then I freak out again.
It has to come from inside. No one can put strength into your heart. You just have to find your way to it. LA said, ‘If you’re given a second chance in life for something, you’ve got to go all the way”
So, let’s just put up a brave face, and a good fight this coming Monday, shall we.