Here I am, just like any other normal day, seated in my swivel chair, comfortably. Way too comfortably. I move over to the window, take a glance outside, sneak a peer at the few people walking by occasionally. I take a longer look. Still a longer look. Eventually, I find my gaze trailing after their footsteps. Where are these people headed? Surely, they have in mind a destination for the day. What about the next day? And the next?

The mind drifts further, the heart draws closer. The conflict begins.

Let's go. It's a golden opportunity. Perhaps not now, later. Come on... It's been given to you on a platter! No, it's not clear-cut enough, I've got to delve into things, I'm not sure how to do it, it's too out of the way for me, I'm afraid. I'm not ready...

The conflict continues. One by one, unassumingly, the people pass...

I clear my thoughts, move away from the window, back to the same, comfortable place.

At the end of it all, I'm still seated on my swivel chair.

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Met up with Janice for lunch this afternoon. Thank God for the time spent, for the little sharing on some thoughts. :) Headed down to NLB after that to borrow some books for the Critical Pespectives essay, thanks to Mavis' bombardment of questions last night, which made me realise how much I don't know, and how much there is to do! The trip made me recall the insane mugging for A's, and I can only say, I'm so glad it's a thing of the past. Press on, juniors! :D

Anyway, I conducted an Operation Find-the-Missing-Passport Part One, and... Failed. Anyone who wants to join in the second part of my treasure hunt, do let me know. The rewards are really attractive. Hahaha.

Help me to keep praying, to keep trusting. I need Your guidance, one step at a time. I have to trust that You are able in ways I'm unable, that You will catch me if I fall.