I am lucky and blessed to have a dad who can still support my education. I never fail to remind myself this every single day. But I am also living with a sense of guilt and pressure that it shouldn’t be like this. I should working and earning my own keep at age 24, like everyone else. I should be contributing to my family instead of taking, still taking, still living like a child. I figured that life can be meaningful in a personal sense. I go abroad to find myself, to find happiness in things I love to do. But life can be most purposeless when you see it from a practical and realistic point of view. And that’s what troubles me. I can’t seem to reconcile these two sides. But I gotta get goin’.