This uncertainty. It’s actually exhilarating.

This is what it was like junior year of High School. I can try my absolute hardest and never know where I’ll end up. What colleges will I get into? Which one will I choose? 

This is the phase I’ve re-entered. I will absolutely try my hardest and I don’t even have a hint where I’ll go from here. What will I choose as my second major? Where will I intern next? Will I graduate with a job?

The first time around, I ended up pretty content. I need to just life run its course. I will let God decide my fate. Not that I’m not going to try, ‘cause the world better watch out—is how hard I’m gonna work at it. I guess all it takes is the fear factor to push me.

The automatic nervous system works better than a conscious brain.

However, my supply is currently low—alarmingly low.

I use my assault rifle when attacking exams, sniper rifle when scoring deals, grenades when defending my pride, flamethrower when scorching art, rocket launchers for going out, pistol when firing insults, and sentinel when landing a sale.

Well, they’re still here. Just rendered useless as I’m low on ammo.

I fought the war but the war won. And now I need to rebuild my supply chain.