Thoughts.

Eight months has past since I graduated from secondary 3 to 4. Looking back at the route I had chosen and taken, it revealed that time really flies. With traces of imprinted footsteps- some deep, some shallow- marked my journey, I felt that I had done alot, yet ironically at that same time, I didn't do enough.

Sometimes I do wonder: if the memories now would be treated as a distant past in the future, or would it stay vividly in my mind? When exactly will the rain come?

Rain, to me, is a mark of the new day as each of the massive amount of tiny droplets will fall carelessly from the sky to the ground level. The rain would always seem to cleanse the environment, chasing all dullness and fatigue away, and that is why I would call the rain my harbinger of freshness. Yet at the same time, it is a sign of a challenge(s) as it washes off the footsteps of the travelers.

Some, would continue the journey as if it is nothing while fighting off them. Some, without any sense of direction, might be lost in the depths of a forest, vulnerable to the beasts that lurk in it. Worst of all, some, who never had gotten any chance to plant his/her shoes on the soil...

Which one of the travelers will I be? Will I be able to take up the challengers? When will the rain come...?