I'm beginning to lose hope. Entering business school may the toughest decision I have to make so far in this very solitude-prone life. I want to work THERE. But I want to be a pilot. I risked my dreams before. I didn't get it. Because I was stupid to think about being pursuant and reluctant. Immaturity might be one lame reason. I probably suggested it to myself a long time ago. But I didn't. Now, I'm on another shitty crossroad full of shit. I felt that God is loving me these days but that sure is not a sign for me to be complacent. No to complacency! I know I don't have to be overly confident about how things in my life are going right now. God is like, showing me signs of entering either business school or a tourism institute. But what the... I can't choose! Dreams over wants, or wants over dreams? What is it that I want, anyway?
I feel very troubled. Like the river, unknowingly flowing to some random ocean that's as deep as none of us could ever imagine. But inside me, something tells me I mustn't give up. As long as life is full of shit, there is plenty of shit to clean, and all will be so well again. I need not to worry much, I just need to worry a little, give my self a little respect it deserves.
To B or not to B? To business school, or not to business school? That is the question...
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