if i could learn any language in the world, which one would it be?
it was wen someone asked me this question that i thought about it for the first time. and i couldnt reach a conclusion...spanish, french, persian..? i dont know, i realised, i had never thought about something so simple. isnt it funny how, until someone dosent mention it, half of us dont think abt simple things we would love to do, or even witness everyday...like the flying bird i mentioned in an earlier post. makes u wonder...how wrapped up our we in our lives?

i think the scariest situation in the world is when you have a plan, and you are so sure its going to work out but it dosent, and it only gets worse if everything revolved around ur plan for a certain period of time. like when you are so sure that you want to b a doctor, and yet u can't pull through high school with the sort of grades u wud like to. then, everyone has an opinion, and the only person who should have one (i.e yourlsef) dosent have one.
i wonder if something of this sort is a sign, a sign that says *you are not cut out for wat u're so bent on doing*. how do we really decide? if after seeing ourselves as a proffessional in a certain field, we get a sign like this. me..i've gone numb...just going with the flow, rite now, in my mind i have no direction to life.
and that correction, is the scacriest feeling.