starting again
my writing tonight is a result of anxiety, jetlag, general insomnia, and perhaps a lot of desperation. i'm not sure if anyone even reads this anymore, given that i haven't posted a letter in almost a year. still, in my times of despair, writing has found me a way, so to it i shall return again tonight. i don't claim that my life is somehow more difficult than that of the average person; everyone's on their own journey and i am grateful for mine. - as an adult living through the times that is the 21st century, i too feel the inescapable pressure of needing to make it. my journey is complicated a little more when you realise that i am an immigrant, needing to carve out my own path from scratch if i want to survive the rat race. the pressure feels insurmountable, but i persevere. it feels personal, you know? i grew up in a conservative society, which many may label as "backdated" due to the views we hold as a people. i was very lucky and privileged to have been b...