Roti Pisangs...

I'm always reminded of the old adage that because you're young, you should go for it. Hit the sack late and rise up before dawn, the early bird catches the worm, you know, that sort of thing. “You can because you’re young” I’m told. But is this the way the rat race works, with much aging and aching at the end of the line?

There’s no merit in whining about the situation, I’m sure, but I question it at times. Am I truly up for it? Is it because I’ve not found my niche? Or maybe it’s merely a phase that people in their twenties go through? Perhaps one shouldn’t question at all and accept that it is indeed part of the “bigger picture”.

No, it’s not that I’m without ambition.
No, it’s not because I’m lazy.
And no, it’s not because I hate challenges.

I’m just peeking my nose out of the gutters to see what lies beyond the status quo, and pouting for not being able to see beyond my cloudy future.

I should trust God a whole lot more. He knows what to do.

He reminds me of why I do it, and encourages me to push I falter. He reminds me of the people whom I am responsible to, people who have given their all so I can have more, people who love me both near and far (England and all *xxOoxxoxo*~) and continually lends me His strength.

*sighs*

I’m not usually this wordy in the afternoon.

Must’ve been the potassium in Roti Pisangs.