Time is slow for those who wait,

swift for those who fear,

long for those who grieve,

short for those who rejoice,

but for those who love,

time is eternity.

For me now, time is swift. However, I hold no fear. Instead, I rejoice. It had been 62 days since I first arrived on the British shore. It felt so far away, but somehow so recent. The memory is still crisp in my mind. The first look out of the window of the airplane as it touched down on Heathrow runway was that of a dark night but somehow through that darkness, I saw opportunity. I thought about how lucky I am to be living my dream. Who would have believed that I would get a chance to study in England?

It is now March. The days seem to be longer but the temperature still refuses to warm up. The wind is as strong as ever but then again we can see the shifting of the season, a gradual transition for cold and miserable winter into a livelier spring. At the middle of this wonderful changing of the season, I was hit by a small realisation; I'm slowly falling in love with politics. For once, I can imagine myself at university, happily studying a course that I love. Then I asked myself, "Will that become my path from now on?" An honest answer would be I'm not sure. I believe that I'm on the road to self discovery and the answer will come to me soon. I know time is running short but give me a month or so to confirm it as my real passion. Because, at the end of the day, if it is truly something I love, I won't have to struggle through it all as what I've always been doing.

Signing off here! ^^ Phet xoxo