Interlude

It was in this stage of life that i got to draw my own blueprint. Would it be hard for God to just do some simple brush strokes in which I can just copy and paste? Maybe life as it is, is a difficult masterpiece to compose.

It was in highschool when our professor challenged us about finding our own career path. And we were just too young to get serious in life.

Well, here goes Stella, the bright girl next door. Everyone adores her in high heels. I just don't understand why the crowd loves her. Is it because of her dimples? Eyes? Cheeks? Or her jaw-dropping curves? Come to think of it, Bryan just can't resist watching her. Brithany, as well, with her nerdy looks always wowed the class with her high math grades.

Also to remember that old spooky bar, where my barkadas got to hang out and tell stories about our personal experiences. Of course, Justine, the ghost man, who always scare us with his undying story on how he was able to manage an escape from a woman riding in a floating coffin. At that moment, I blurted out a question. "Yes, dear friend, ask." Justine said.

"What if, ghosts and demons don't exist."

"Honey, they exist. Cause if you believe that God exist then demons also exist. It is way too hard to comprehend beyond our physical dimensions, but trust me they exist. These are the forces that keep everything in balance but ironically, at constant stuggles. " Justine answered me.

At that point, I was torn between bewilderment and complexity. "Oh, ok. I got it.", I replied anxiously.