I have always followed others because I didn’t know what I wanted in life.
Otherwise, what will I do with the time that I have? I can only follow the stream. At least for now.
I follow the stream because I fear being left out as an outcast.
But one day, I got tired of doing the things I’d rather not do. Tired of being in places I’d rather not be.
Because no matter how hard it was, no matter how tired I was, the stream kept on going. The stream waits for no one.
So I questioned myself, my decisions, and my actions.
Then I started to walk away. I started the long walk.