In this fast-paced world where you don't have time to breathe, you go into deals or jobs that looked fine on the first look, until you realise you're drowning in the sea and no one there to offer their hand for your to hold on to. And for a good period, you have no idea where you are. Just that you're in something that you took without seeing the bigger picture. And now, you feel stuck, suffocated, and on the verge of a panic attack because you have no idea what you're doing.

And when you finally make a decision, you're afraid. You're afraid because you have no idea where you'll be after you leave - just that you're finally leaving. Leaving is going to give you room to breathe. It's going to give you the freedom you so desperately crave. But that doesn't mean the trepidation isn't there. The apprehension of the unknown. The confusion of going out of the sea and diving into the ocean.

Yet you can't help but be excited at the same time. The unknown that you were so worried about also gives you the sense of thrill that you absolutely love. You still have no idea what you're doing, but this time, freedom is right beside you. And you're using whatever you have gained from the past to guide you. Because you know better this time. Because you have matured. Funnily enough, you have no idea if you're really supposed to be apprehensive and excited at the same time. And it adds to the mish-mash of emotions waiting to burst out. Confusion adds into the mix, and you wonder (again) why you're still in one piece. Why, with every emotion in your pores, a combustion has yet to happen.

But the ocean is getting bluer. And you're getting more and more interested about what lies beneath it. You're worried for your safety, but your curious mind won't let you rest; not until you get the answers you're looking for.