Voices: Where do you see yourself five years from now?
Me: In my room, why what’s wrong?
Voices: (Rolling Eyes) Everything
A conversation I had with myself today and I realised I see nothing for me; I’m just waiting and watching for what’s coming. I might be angry with the world for not being the place for me; I’m highly disappointed at myself for fiddling with a White Flag. Yes, that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m sitting with a White Flag on my lap and waiting for my crutches of hopes to break and fall. I may be doomed and I may be struggling with my thoughts about hopes and miracles and silver lining, but I’m not letting my despair take me down so fast.
I don’t know what kind of day it would be tomorrow, but I do know one thing and I know it very well. I’m sending Jane Doe to a publishing house, something I have been ignoring for long now. Rejection is the worst thing that could happen and not sending is REJECTION in itself.
I don’t know what tomorrow has in mind for me, but I have a plan for tomorrow.
Me: Why are you smiling?
Voices: We can be inspiring
Me: really? Where do you go when I sit with the stories? Haan?
Me: Thought so…