Visitors

"We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love... and then we return home." - Queen Elizabeth II

I tried to remember these humbling words and remind myself of my purpose in this life, to embrace whatever happens and take it as a necessary experience. I'm grieving my past eight years spent in the UK while trying to imagine what my future is going to be like. No matter how it turns out, I should be fine, I mumble to myself.

I am standing between two ends, to stay or to leave. I already have my answer deep down, but somehow I cannot remember, or I choose not to remember. I choose to leave it to fate, taking a random outcome as a sign. If a job was offered, I leave for Hong Kong, if a master's was offered, I would stay in the UK. Maybe I'll have neither, maybe I'll have both, maybe I'll find something better, I don't know.

Got lost in my thoughts, sometimes I forgot I was in the game. It doesn't really matter which outcome comes, what happens must be good anyway. We are all visitors to this time after all, so why worry about what shows up next?