So, what happens when you have two weeks left to live? No, I am not in a detrimental state -I'm just leaving.

In two weeks, I will be leaving what has been my home for all the seventeen years of my life. As of the moment, I feel no tears welling in my eyes -it's as if I've gone numb over this situation- but the feeling of sadness, fear, anxiety, and a whole lot of mixed-up emotions are creeping up on me ever so subtly. It's like death. You know it's coming and you fear the day it comes, but you're somehow, ironically, eager to just let go, let loose and start anew -in heaven or wherever it is you go after life. You're devastated to cut free from all your attachments: friends, family, lover, pets, job, dream...

Somehow, we just have to let go and see what's on the other side. We have to break out of our comfort zones, explore and have an adventure, endure pain and embrace it because life is too short to let all these failures take the best of you. To know what it is that you really want, you have to go and see for yourself life outside your bubble. Let more air in your balloon so it becomes bigger. It'll explode, not because it cannot take in all the air you're letting in, but because you have seen everything, done everything and have FILLED your balloon -your life- to its full potential.

It's a scary world out there, and I am petrified as hell to face it, but I am positive on how things will turn out. Great things await me there, and in one way or another, I will reach them, even if I have to bleed and amputate some limbs. Right now, with the very little time I have left, I am just sitting back, relaxing, and watching each day roll by, without much care in the world. I had a long list of things to do before leaving, but with the very minute time I have left, right now, I don't really care anymore about those things, as long as I get to be with those I love and care for before I go, I'll be damn happy.

Btw, it's not the end -it never is, and never will be. Life's just beginning, so wait for me.