kite without string

In recent days, I am starting to feel like a kite whose string has been cut. Free to soar in the sky, going almost anywhere I want. But along with it comes the feeling of being lost, not sure where to go, but rather leaving the wind to take me with it.

Is this the kind of freedom which I have been hoping for? Or would I rather be led by others, without having so much responsibilities placed upon my weak shaky shoulders.

I am in denial, not wanting to face the obligations and expectations that comes along with growing up. Little things have made me recognise this fact. At times I may feel like running away but I suppose it is time I take up these burdens one by one. As heavy as it may be, I have to do it.

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