Another week went by. Nothing extraordinary, just the same cycle of work, college. Still, in between all the monotony, life had its little ironies.

So yeah, that’s my week. I’ve got the credits and headache to maintain 75% attendance in each subject.

No plan. No idea what I was focusing on that day—or if I even focused at all. Honestly, my memory can be so dramatic sometimes.

So, instead of writing down each day, I decided to just write about the whole week in one go. Lazy? Yes. Careless? Absolutely. Shameful? Hmm…

Today, I woke up around 7 am, way later than I should have. The reason? Last night I stayed up until almost 2 am, working on my WeeklyDiary blog.

I was still busy admiring the cards when Dragon suddenly said, “I need to tell you something.” I nodded, not looking at her, still lost in the cards.

That one sentence washed away all my fear. I froze for a moment, letting the joy sink in—and then I screamed. A real, loud, happy scream.

No one is coming to save me. No magic moment will arrive where everything just falls into place.

Life really doesn’t follow a script. There’s no perfect plan. I’ve realized that no matter how much I try to prepare, uncertainty will always be there.

Just because we dislike a path doesn’t mean we won’t find moments along the way that make us pause, that make us feel alive.