Gonna be off in a week's time and the irony of feeling prepared and yet unprepared is here again. No doubt this sail will be much more demanding and painful than the previous, I hope I will come out of it as a better man, a stronger one, a man that people can truly rely on. Functioning on that little amount of sleep will probably kill me a million times, but I will crawl my way out of the studded ground every time, somehow.
Looking forward, once I'm back, everything will move at such a fast pace and hopefully, the day on the parade square with a proud me standing there will come soon.
I'm left hanging, pessimistically.
Surely a topic of joke, ain't it?
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