I am discovering myself. It’s taking time. I still don’t know what I stand for. I still don’t know what my passion is. I still don’t know where I want to reach. Sometimes, I feel sorry for myself that I am not moving. However, there is another aspect of my story. I don’t want to hurry. Actually, it seems I am starting to enjoy my stillness and introspection. I am not sure, though I am beginning to form an opinion that my journey within is the greatest of all walks I can ever embark upon.