Time is going by all too fast and it's starting to cast a chill over me. What if I'm not ready. So much doubts lurking in the shadowy crevices of my mind. Brutally unsettling.

Times like these, I learn trust. Because there is only so much that I can do or plan, so much more that I can't. Because I'm getting jaded of all the striving, planning, anticipating three steps ahead, being in total control of every aspect of my life. I've been relying far too much on my own strength and I'm tired. My mind is distressed. It's time I let go. To recognize that things don't always work out the way I want or planned for it to be. To cease fighting for control. To trust. So hard, so unsettling. But the silver lining - deep down I know I'm in good hands. Probably. Certainly.

In a way, I'm not so different from the beggar at the side of streets. We're both needy people, albeit at different levels. But we're people in need of that something to quell the uncertainties of tomorrow.

Confidence to make way for a humble conscience.