This might be my last post on this blog.
I have always been fond of enlisting late for school, only because it allows me to choose the subjects and their corresponding professors. Sure late registration can sometimes be a bitch, but it's just as worse as the regular one. So I like delaying things. I say, I just want to do things in my own stride. Maybe that's both a good and a bad thing.
I'll be gone for a full month or maybe more, facing the greatest fear I have against the course I'm taking. I don't know where I'll be heading off yet. But I have heard a lot of confirmed gossip between people who have gone where I'm heading.
When you go there, they'll change you, take you as one of their own. They will indoctrinate you, brainwash you. Ask you to make a decision. Join us, they will say. And you will have no choice.
I have never believed that life is pre-ordained. A linear path that you can never go astray from. So linear, that those that have gone astray actually have their own path pre-destined. And if so, I have no choice.
I'd like to believe otherwise. I have a reason to return. Return and never ever go back. I am not messiah. I do not belong there.
