I am not sure what I am doing. But I’m braving the tide. I’m absolutely grateful for the grant of a six-month study leave in my favor. I can study in my own pace and pursue healing at the same time. The goal now is simply to pass the Bar Exams. That is if the Universe has already reserved the first 10 slots to the highly privileged. In the 29th floor of the building where I stay, the silence is different, unforgiving. At times, I find myself drifting from here and there, and smitten at another time by the concept of riding a motorcycle. The most cathartic of it all, I remember every unspoken detail of life.