My life is basically hanging by the fact that either I am going to soar higher or stay put -at least for now, is not clear.
If I set the rule, I just want to get this done ASAP.
I am the person that instead of waiting for lifeguard to save me, I rather swim to the shore and feel I am progressing even though I am expose to danger such as shark, because, if I am going to die, I rather die trying than die waiting.
Over the years, I never get the art of waiting, and that just become my charm.
Now, I am here waiting, and waiting for the decision whether London is going to be a reality or just a place to visit once in awhile.
Dear God, I pray that you keep my initial intention of going to London close to me always and so that my journey heading towards the promise land will open up and be as smooth as silk. Let it be your will oh God.
xoxo
W.
