Writing

It suddenly dawned on me that I've been well trained in the need to meet expectations. So I not only clarify what is expected of me, I even ask for the SOP, hoping that somewhere out there, there's someone's footsteps to follow after.

But in writing, there are no other thoughts but my own. Sure, shaped by the giants of thought whose own journeys left behind historical footsteps and shaped the destiny of humanity. But in my own journey, I can only walk and in walking, somehow realise the route till I see my destination and run towards it.

The end is near. Press on.