time never flies faster than when you wish for it to crawl.

it's like i've drifted so far from the shore that i can't beat the current back. the fatigue builds up and the odds just keep getting lower. ever felt like you're drowning and there isn't even a piece of driftwood to grab and you're slowly sinking deeper in to the vast body of liquid?
i don't know if this is a worthy trade-off at all. my priorities have gone all fuzzy, i'm torn between the best of both worlds. i dread going back to the point where competition is so tight it gets me so miserable. that's why i need to focus. but yet i just want to cling on to that carefree atmosphere where everyone special in their own way. andn every now and then it strikes me hard that i haven't exactly been emulating a life that is worthy to be proud off. it's nothing but a speck of dust in this gimongous universe. but yet batchmates and bestfriends totally engulf me and all my troubles away, making me feel so loved i reach seventh heaven. every hug and grin and efforts to help a very noob psycho-motor problematic me is greatly appreciated. i feel loved because you just take me for who i am and you never look at who i'm not.

happy father's day.

hear the trees' joyful cry,
praising You and so will i.