You know what... I'm finally feeling my nerves tingling thinking about opening for Gigi. I was just looking through some old photos of me on a plane and that feeling of excitement venturing into unchartered water reignites again.
My route towards what I aim to be may not be a conventional one. It has certainly been a long and unorthodox path. Having to battle seasickness, running and catching trains, unexpected visits and dreams may prove to be a never ending collection towards that forbidden dream. Everybody carves their own way. If mine works, it is because it might only be applicable to me. Fate differs for everybody.
Trade offs? Plenty. But who cares. The thing is, not many people are able to hit a right note with me when it comes to giving advices. Sometimes, they give without me asking and given at untimely hours and venue. I have a few that I keep dearly stitched in my mentality. I cannot share them unless I meet someone similar because not many can digest the same views or mentality.
I'm leaving soon. There were some disruptions in our flight schedule but I hope Mark can make it on time. It is now all up to fate.
There are things that we can control and they are called indigenous factors e.g. booking of flight schedules and when to eat.
Those that we cannot are called exogenous and the situation with our flight now lies on the exogenous spectrum. Happening isn't it. But what is there to tell without such challenges or experiences. But for now, I just do not want to stay at the airport for the night. I'd compromise for my guitar and ducky who is following me.
Time to fight another day.
jamiel
social worker by day, rockstar for life
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