You might question why I'm still here, instead of fixating on books given there's only 14 days left. Always been the type to resort to escapism when it comes down to the last moments. Blogging, as is sleeping, plays the part pretty well. That, and it's a challenge to concentrate on not failing when emotions jump into a vicissitude.
It all comes down to this 37 days. But even if we fail it, stpm doesn't define us. The lessons we learnt in this 18 months, the common but pivotal all the same achievements, the people we've invited into our lives, the most inconspicuous progress we've made in ourselves, does.
Seventeen to nineteen. Child to young adult. Girl to woman. Boy to man. Apathy to concern. Ignorance to knowledge. Naivete to wisdom. Skepticism to faith. Despondence to hope. Thoughts to words. Feelings to actions.
Sinner to believer.
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