illusions

My last year in high school has just started... It is now that I realize that my pages are turning fast. My book is coming to its climax yet nothing has really happened, the future is simply knocking... Though I could never catch him he keeps on knocking.

this is a very peculiar start... Due perhaps to its peculiar preface. The things I've worked for are finally bearing fruit, thus it makes me wonder if my patience's winning streak will mean everything, if loyalty will also be rewarded... Or if it'll be me who'd change masters.

these questions I know are futile to think about since only Providence knows the answers and unfortunately He is a very good keeper of secrets... Even for me... A so called disciple of the "arts".

all I can do is to hope for the best... Or should I say.... All I can do is to hope that I will choose to be the best.