Past few months I felt hopeless for something yet happy in some ways. Lately, I’ve been building my own world again, not the lonely type but my own little world that I know and love. It’s scary, thinking about it, but that’s the whole point. Being scared, thrilled, excited, nervous, happy, and feeling it at the moment. Hopelessness came only when I go back to reality, like talking to people and feeling that I can’t keep up with most of my friends and the society. I don’t need any of the luxury, I only want to live with passion and purpose. I know I am behind everything but I am starting something and this is special, it’s more than what I have known before.