Ayah asked me about work the other day. How was everything going and all other related stuff. I said everything's fine. Everything's under control. Same old, same old. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I'm kinda struggling. At first, I thought I was struggling financially. But then I realized, no, not really. I was struggling to accept changes. Here's the thing. I'm very very rigid with my future plans. I would stick to it like my whole life and existence depends heavily on it. I'd get so frustrated when I derail off of my path. I don't know, but the entire concept of going with the flow feels superficial, and up to some point, kinda moronic to even be considered as an option. I wish I was more flexible. I wish I was more carefree. And to not worry about every single thing that was undoubtedly way beyond my expectation. Maybe I just need some more time. And a little bit more patience. As I'm still trying to sort things out carefully.