Does the mess get any less daunting though? I just hope I learn to be more capable of giving myself a break to think. It’s so obvious to me that I’m not on the same path as most of my batch mates; they’re trying to settle and do the normal life thing with work, roof over head, nights out and the likes… and all I seem to do is fight any type of “security”. As if living as close to that “I don’t know what’s gunna happen next”-feeling (like, up and quitting a job, just because) has become my excitement in the face of day-to-day. I’m still hoping everyday life can become an every day where I’m not longing to be out-and-about.