To wander is to become wind—
untethered, unfolding,
learning life in moments instead of pages.
And here I am,
held between becoming and being,
wondering which kind of story
I am meant to live next.
Law school vs. Traveling
I stand at a quiet crossroad—
one path lined with books, ink, and long nights under dim light,
where arguments are sharpened like blades
and truth is something to be chased, defended, earned.
The other hums with distant cities,
with unfamiliar streets that call my name softly,
where I am no one and everyone at once,
collecting sunsets instead of citations.
To return is to root myself—
to build a future word by word,
steady, certain, deliberate.
Exhaustion drapes over me like a heavy winter sky, and even breathing feels like lifting mountains. Overfatigue isn’t just tiredness— it’s a slow, silent storm,
and I’m standing in the rain without an umbrella.
Lately, I feel like a candle burning at both ends, the flame still flickers, but the wax is nearly gone. This fever is my body’s quiet rebellion, a whispered protest against the weight I’ve been carrying.
I admire people who can articulate themselves well, those who know how to speak clearly and get their points across in a structured way
Okay now teach me 🫵🏾
Law school slapped me very hard earlier!!
All i did was to pray na dili sa matawag sa recit. I was like traumatized and begun questioning my life decisions. Glad to have new friends though 🥲😭🫣🤣