Dawn Approaches.

The year is about to end and I've found a very fitting way to wave goodbye to it; drink in hand, merriment filling the house and looking towards the near year with drunk goggles (no doubt with a few philosophical questions too). Next year heralds a lot more for me then just flipping over my calendar; Once my novella has been drafted the xth time I'll be releasing it on kindle. I'll be thrusting my ECP ideas into action and trying to manifest some kind of coherent plan that will push me past Uni and into the working world.

Uh-oh. That sounds enough to make me want to have a drink.

I've got a lot of paths ahead but each seem to have their own vices. Teacher, writer, traveller... There's probably a few more roads that I will be considering but each one is as difficult to choose as the next; each shrouded in an enigma. One question that has been on my mind for some time now though is whether these paths will end up unified: Can I travel down one path and end up straying onto another, or is the road I choose a finality that will either have positive or profane consequences? I've got a big decision to make and its not one I can afford to choose lightly.

Some people have their lives mapped out like constellations; tiny white dots to our eyes that are interlinked and spread across a blackness to give them some kind of hope for the future. They thank them for their guidance and chant a mantra. I'm the one still stuck in a hall of mirrors struggling to stare long enough into the jaded glass and discover who their reflection is.

And whilst I type all this out, still trying to piece together what everything could mean the sun is rising and I'm running out of time. The pressure is mounting, the moments are fleeting... Once the last grain falls, I hope I'm still not gazing into the mirror.