I told myself at the start line, before I embark on my career journey that I'm never going to grow up.
That I'll always remain as a little boy all the way until my death bed. Cause I couldn't conjure with responsibilities and could never understand why people like to take on lifetime commitments, until up till at this point in time so many weights are placed on my shoulders.
So many hopes, expectations and eyes of support on me. I'm feeling the heat, from both the upstairs and downstairs. I believe likewise for my coursemates. We only each have 24 hours a day be we lived as if we had more, probably that's how they trained us to be superhumans.
Beyond time management, beyond capabilities and beyond myself.
No one really understand the level amount of capacity problem I have. And it's hard for me to relate what's happening to everyone else without time. Because only having time spent together do we get to know one another better? Sometimes even mum and dad couldn't understand, probably aging has caused them to be full of themselves.
Why must I cope with the stress from the family, work and still have to manage myself? I only have 24 hours, 2 hands, 1 wallet, a pair of brains and one mouth to speak.
It's only going to be tough for another year or so. Good times will come soon =).
Press on.
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