My Life in the Purgatory

Days to count but lots of work to finish...

I'm happy that it's already March 24. My resignation will take effect on the 31st. I can't wait for that day to come... But as i hurry for the said date to come, so many things burden me. It's like i consider them barricades for me to finally get out of hell. I really feel that I'm in the purgatory - waiting for my verdict... Whether i will be in hell or i will now taste my heaven. I don't know if there really is a so-called purgatory. But according to Dante Allegheri, there is.

Taking into consideration what I'm feeling now and where i devote most of my time that even in the late hours of night, i can't help but think of what my fate will be after i rest my eyes and escape the world of reality and journey to my fantasies. I really feel I'm in the purgatory. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I don't know if I'm going to the peak of Mt. Everest or I'm going back because somebody's pulling me to fall down and go back to where i started.

I'm in the middle of the crossroad. I still don't know which path to choose because even I don't know where might the path that I will be taking might lead. Although I know that paths do lead people to somewhere but for me, it's misleading me to where i supposedly be.

I really want to escape this dilemma. I want to understand and open my mind about this. The more i want it to be through, the more the days turn slowly. The more hours seem like days. I'm tired.

I'm tired... I'm very tired... I want to rest... to the fullest...

But as of now, only sleep can set me free the purgatory...