In Transit

The transition from day break to nightfall
The transition of an idea into product
The transition from being a student to the working world.
From starry eyes to sleepy eyes.
From something to nothing.
Half-filled to half empty.

Whether change is constant or not, I don't think I'll be able to regulate myself for a routine that runs this earth. On feel-good days without thoughts of pessimism, I would at least try to believe we are not here to survive but to live.

Day 2 at Internship and it's getting tense.
I hate to try.