Back from a run. Nothing to be boasting about; just a simple insight on life.

Treading and pacing my way on the stony concrete. Attempts to accelerate and overtake on the neighboring tarmac. A race had begun--me vs the world.

As the cacophony of blaring horns colonized the peaceful atmosphere, the symphony of traffic that ran against my direction of travel gave me hope. Those people behind the wheel were headed to yet another mundane, routine-like day. Their expressions were blank (if they were so skilled as to mask their dismay and reluctance). Inside those gas-powered machines were machines as well; the uncanny resemblance might be a breath-taker for many, a heart-stopper for some. Fret not, just replace your batteries and you'll be as good as new.

As I gaze at the mechanical sequencing of the automobiles, a feeling of dread gagged my breath. One day, I will be inside one of those machines; one day, I will be one of the machines.

But to know that I still had control over my feet and the possibility of sprouting wings, my heart took flight. It was a carefree feeling like none other, a priceless phenomenon that rewarded me for waking up early this morning and going for a run.

Then, a second thought occurred to me: not everyone is in those cars. More hope.

I knew then that if I chased my own passions and constantly maintained the ignition of my burning drive towards life, I may be able to hold on to my humanity and sanity. That is why I have resolved to becoming a vet. What may have started out as a humble dream or a wishful thinking is now the solid end in mind. Don't know what's gotten into my mum recently but she's been dropping not-so-subtle hints for me to enter dentistry but listen up, nothing's going to deviate me from my road.

Nothing's gonna make me a machine.