I hate this part of the year ……….It’s the time when storms and cyclones are brought to birth.
It’s the time when I reach the same crossroad again and I stand confused on which way to go.
It’s the time where I hopelessly participate in an annual parade. A parade of my knowledge and qualifications.
It’s the time where doubt, confusion and irritation over rule the mind.
It’s the time where it’s a battle between ‘letting go’ and ‘holding on’.
How many more years would history keep repeating itself ?
Why can’t I break out of this vicious cycle ? Am I missing a clue?
It’s the time …………..the worst time…….
The tempest is fast approaching jolta……..
……You better be prepared.
……But sometimes I feel I better not survive it.