10 days.

Just 10 more days till the end of my exams. The last (I hope) of it. The final time I am ever going to go in an echoed hall, palms sweaty and constantly repeating verses in my mind to calm down. With reminders to take deep breaths and to hope that God will be guiding me. This is the last time, the time that will conclude my undergrad law degree, the time that will determine the rank of my degree, the worth of it; whether three years of reading legislation and cases, three years of stress and nerve bursting moments and fee credit have gone into good worth.

In two months, I'll be attending my convocation and I do want to make my family proud, dad and mum especially for believing in me, and somehow depending on me.

What comes next, then?

Life. I suppose. Real life.

What are you going to do? Where are you going to work? What do you want to go into? Do you plan to do the Bar? When are you going to get married? Who are you going to get married to? Will you strike it big? Will you make a difference? What does your existence in this world mean? Will your dreams come true? Will you look back and be satisfied with all that you've done or will you just spiral downwards to join the cog in the clockwork wheels?

I think I am most afraid of looking back and realising that I've achieved none of my dreams.

Here, here to an almost full fleged working adult.

Thank you to everyone who has in the sweetest, smallest possible ways motivated me and kept me sane in this very, very, very highly stressful and eruptive week. And to others who have done nothing but make things worse.. eesh!