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Too much late night thinking leads to sleeplessness. I’m anxious, about my final semester, about scary exams, about my “FUTURE”. About my age. Whether I’m too old to start new things, about the things I’ll forget and the inevitable end of every relationship I’ve ever experienced. 

It’s times like these that I wish I knew from the outset what I wanted with my future, and what I wanted to do with myself. Have a clear mind and a clear goal. Sometimes I wish I had ambition and real confidence.

Curse my indecisive mind!

This shit happens every semester. Fuck. 

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Sometimes I stay up late and look up pictures of a sky carpeted with billions of stars, the thick, voluptuous formations of a distant nebula shrouding a new star or planet, and galaxies many times the size of our own reduced to a mere insignificant pixel; I eventually wonder, ‘why the fuck am I even alive?’

http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/1106/2011Jun15TLEpan_tafreshi.jpg

An image of a North Korean and a South Korean sister and brother reunited after 60 years of separation. No contact, no letters, no phone calls. No knowledge of whether the other was alive or dead. From the North Korean perspective, there is the lack of realisation that there is a world outside of their country, and that there is a better life elsewhere. That a human being should have the right to think and act freely without the constant fear of retribution from the government, and that nobody should ever submit themselves wholly to a leader who simply does not care for them.

I want to witness this reunification between the two Koreas in my lifetime, so that images like these are a thing of history.