I wish one day I'd have the chance to pursue everything I haven't figured out today, and that day I'd be free, writing things I've always wanted to write, by that time I'd be reading pages I've always wanted to read, in my own time, as my own self, till' forever onwards I'd be happy, as the woman I've always wanted to be.
That particular day, even when it's still as blurry as the car's window pane on a rainy day, I will always look forward to that day. To the day I am fully independent, with the love of my future.
That day, that day the greatest man in my heart and mind, my one and only father, would smile, from the bottom of his heart, and seen right through his eyes. My mother, need I explain?
And God knows how badly I'd like to fast forward to that day.
But I guess it's the process that matters most.