I want to blog, blog, blog, blog.
Yet another week has gone by. Another week less to my birthday, to my brother's birthday, to my parents' birthday, and finally to bidding farewells. At long last I now know the answer to that platitude of a question that I myself used to ask: Where will you go from here?
I'm not sure exactly how I came to the decision, or if there were anything that influenced me to come to it at all, but I'm sure now which path to take. I guess it isn't too late at all - heaven knows there are more than a hundred out there who have no idea whatsoever with their future plans.
I suppose what I'm really driving at is this: The feeling of having a reason, a rational reason, for everything you do, is nothing but fulfilling. And I can't find any other appropriate words to describe it.