It’s easy to get encapsulated in fear; just let the thoughts wander and whirl around, slowly descending into the depths of uncertainty. Panic. And its’ 7 weeks away, yet I can’t seem to pass a day without letting it creep in to my consciousness. Endless justifications of pacifism or breaking down the fundamentals of ‘fighting for peace’ would not change anything. I will find my way in. Coerced by what society has deemed palatable, like studying, having children or whatever other conservative value deemed righteous in the society of today.
I will fight. Fight to survive, let alone thrive, in those two patch of gray in my life. Optimism shall guide. Faith shall guide. And a firm yet nevertheless eroding belief that my body will handle the two years well.
It will be what it will be.
It will be fine. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
