It's crazy. That's about the most apt description I can offer with regard to JC life. It is a whirlpool of mystery and suspense that won't always find favour with you. As improbably as it may sound, your current hectic schedule as a secondary school kid can never measure up to the intensity that JC breeds in secrecy. I'm not one to speak but trust me when I say it will never be easy on your first run. Trouble is, there's only 2 short years here and things only start to hasten with every passing minute.

It's difficult to even find time or space to stop and take a breather like I do now. Even then, it is filled with unjustified compulsions to pick up velocity and rush through every tiny detail. The words I type, the minute specifics washed away by the minute. In so many ways, the jukebox of life is blaring syncopated rhythms and tunes of discord; our hands and the labor in harmonious consensus.

Such is the way of life I guess. At least things are gonna continue going up and that's not a bad thing right? And then again, with every peak, an abrupt trough. I don't know how long the arduous climb upwards promises to last but there is little decency of leveling off to a plateau; that is the dream.

One day, we will be treading the soft padded grass of flat rosy plains and we won't ever have to worry about tripping over or tumbling down. Never again.

And until then, keep fighting.

Here comes the fighter!