Truth Be Told

Something about flying off doesn't feel right. I've been waiting for that feeling. For quite some time now. Of being excited to be off to a foreign place. But I'm missing home, already. I'm missing the serenity I could only get when I'm at home. Even before I left. Call me ungrateful. Call me whiny. I certainly would. But even I know, by now, to never judge until I've walked in another person's shoes.

Guess you can never be happy if your priorities are not right, eh? I know why I feel unhappy, incomplete. It's because for most of my life, I've been living with a certain sense of making it through the motions. It's time to live with a sense of purpose, to live with Allah and only Allah as the light by the end of the tunnel.

I've been lost for too long. And the level of emo-ness is kind of embarrassing.