The air is surprisingly humid today. After the string of storms that ravaged through the archipelago, experiencing dense humidity is the least of expectations. I just finished a book and I'm overwhelmed at how many new questions are forming in my head right now to add to the pile I've yet to answer. Questions if I'm where I'm supposed to be or if I really believed the things I profess I believe or if I should even dare making tangible these thoughts. I always have this sense that I don't belong in the reality that I directly perceive with my five senses. That my soul rests somewhere other than "here". And that I feel that my life is monotonous because once again I try to conform when I should be making my own paths. Do you follow a direction or do you make one? It scares me to even think of deviating from the norm suggested by the society in which I immersed myself in. But I am more afraid of not swimming through the dark waters just because I can't see what's underneath and what's ahead. Where will I go from here? After the realization and the revelation? The good news is and to quote from Criminal Minds, "I don't need to have an answer now."