Right now, my life is a dead-end. I tell my friends "currently, my life has no direction at all." And it's true. I own it. I believe that sometimes, one can be so unsure about what to do. Well, right now. I am there, at that point. I don't know if I'm going to pursue a career in publications, and if so, where? On a magazine, broadsheets, online news? That first one is already complicated. Don't get me started with my confusion towards engineering, like, I don't know, maybe I love integrated circuit designing. And I want to venture that, experience it, and maybe - just maybe - that's the one for me. Sort of things like that. My relationship status, you say? Nothin'. And it's my choice. Why? As of now, I don't like to be in one, although here and there I tell my friends "you know what, I like *points lips toward a stranger*". But obviously, that isn't serious. I still have a lot of insecurities to work on, and I don't want to drag other people with it. It would be so unfair. I am not even sure about all the sexual attraction thing. Let's not go deep into that, eh?
I am not saying that my life is a mess. It isn't. Go through my diary, you'll see a lot of "skills to improve" and "must-haves" lists there - followed by step-by-step plans to improve/get them. If those aren't somehow, in the very littlest way possible, an indication that I still have 'something' in mind, then I don't know what is. Bottomline: I still have dreams. 'Will never give up on them, really. It's just that I need to breathe, take a rest, because things have been happening so fast. I'm not getting any younger, I know. But I need my time. Not to think, but just to rest.
When one faces a dead-end, one must decide a detour. Later on, I know I must take another direction, 'cause let's face it, one can't move forward on a dead-end.