I'm scared. I'm suddenly so frightened of the pace of my own imagination its making me somewhat fearful if my body can ever keep up with it. I've never felt so crazy before, crazily inspired that is! To be a commander of my own self, to steer this vessel of living, breathing flesh (and fats) into such unknown waters of adventure.

I've never had such enthusiasm towards life, i'm so afraid it will be as transient as the december rain falling outside. But i find solace in the fact that it has already been 5 months since i started on this journey of recreating myself to be a gem that i could be proud of.

And one proud being i am! Its great to indulge into some self praise sometimes to realise how insanely beautiful life is around you. But this is no time to be over conceited and let my guard down. There is so much work to do! So much things to plan for, to act for to do it once and do it all over again! Is it fear of my fleeting youth that is pushing myself so hard forward?

Help!

I never knew feeling inspired could be so scary. eek.

Insanely Beautiful Indeed.