hoping and waiting
I have realized that hoping is a task of a fool and that waiting is the job of the worthless. It may seem downright mean and highly uncivil to others, but my views remain so until further developments on my current situation should lead to a dramatic change of heart.
Humans have been built with an extraordinary instinct to leave marks on the places they have been to. This indicates the ultimate power we have of fulfilling anything, even the most impossible task. I am slowly traversing this kind of path: a path where rooms for error are highly unwanted. But then I have realized that I am no better than other human beings since I still succumb to the fear brought about by the unknown. But not anymore. I will show them. I will show him. I will show everyone just the kind of things I am made of, and there will be nothing that could stop me. Not now, and not ever.