There's very few times where the future is so murky where I cannot see a few inches in front of my face.

Today, I am in that position.

What's most ironic about this moment is that it's the culmination of multiple painstaking days, weeks, even months of meticulous preparation. From day one, I have attacked this future of mine with fervor. Nonetheless, it still glides before my eyes as an ethereal being, ghastly as the incoming mist of the sea.

Just a few hours prior, I can only describe what I feel as anticipatory double-taking. But that, in itself, is born in an unquenchable fear rooted in the mere existence of nonexistence. Of uncertainty. Of the murky clouds of the future.

Still then, I am excited at this uncertainty that the future brings. The microcosm of possibilities lay at my doorstep, awaiting my course of action. Some are malicious, some are beneficial. Most of all, I wish that I will pick the right one.

It is not the first time I have made such a journey. However, it is the first time I have made such a monumental leap.

So wish me luck, my friends.