From this day forward, I will start to live a life without the -teen at the end of my age. The thought makes me both glad and depressed at the same time. Glad that I had learned a lot the last years of my teenage life, yet depressed for I still have not a clue of what I should be or where I should stand. Thinking that whenever my birthday comes, I could hear both tears of happiness and sorrow for the graduating batches. With just a few more months, I would also gradute. As much as I wanted to be happy that I would finally leave the life of a student, I grew terrified of what I am to become after it. More than once I had asked myself the same old lines I always do, “Where do I go from here?” My passion is what guided me through the road where I now stand and stare at the sky asking repeatedly. That passion that I once used to point out my route, could be less of its use now and so I need another driving force for my guidance.