The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.
The rumours are true! tEh nottifish has started indulging in the cursed world most would call work. To be frank, he never expected it to be this bad. An IT grad he is but yet he chose the auditing side of life. With regrets building up, he's getting to the edge of insanity.
But, the harder it is for him to adapt the more he would drive himself to get use to the environment. Although for the mean time darkness clouds his very vision and goal, yet he took an oath that he will never fall ever again to that place that he was trapped for a year and a half. A place filled with endless excitement and fun, a place where everything seemed possible and joyful, a place where tranquility is but an understatement, a place where evil existed not in darkness but in everything which was made pure and beautiful.
He trembles at the very start of each day, pondering on whether the hours would pass him by in a blink of a second. He walks in to the disturbing place where arts are crafted with a heavy heart. Not knowing if he would feel very much empty or alive throughout the duration there. When night falls he never fails to be amaze that he was actually better then he thought he would be. Each time he exits he would stand firm, with his head high and proud, declaring that he was not weak, never once. Especially not in a world where everyone are deceived by the very quote that runs in our blood...'survival of the fittest'.
But, the harder it is for him to adapt the more he would drive himself to get use to the environment. Although for the mean time darkness clouds his very vision and goal, yet he took an oath that he will never fall ever again to that place that he was trapped for a year and a half. A place filled with endless excitement and fun, a place where everything seemed possible and joyful, a place where tranquility is but an understatement, a place where evil existed not in darkness but in everything which was made pure and beautiful.
He trembles at the very start of each day, pondering on whether the hours would pass him by in a blink of a second. He walks in to the disturbing place where arts are crafted with a heavy heart. Not knowing if he would feel very much empty or alive throughout the duration there. When night falls he never fails to be amaze that he was actually better then he thought he would be. Each time he exits he would stand firm, with his head high and proud, declaring that he was not weak, never once. Especially not in a world where everyone are deceived by the very quote that runs in our blood...'survival of the fittest'.
