Credits: National Geographic

I'm trying.

As there is no failure except in no longer trying, I've not stopped trying.
Still, this contrasts to Yoda's famous saying:
"Do, or do not. There is no "try""

Looking at this irony, no wonder how our minds can often plunge into deep thoughts, hoping to unravel the mess we involuntarily created.

After all, it is our human nature to have a great propensity in posing immeasurable questions in which we hopelessly seek answers for.

"Why?" I often question my capabilities.

If I've mustered my energy; and so channelled my will, discerned my sources of motivation and questioned my purpose to strive towards a given goal, why is this mechanism not applicable to different contexts then?
After all, they go under the classification "Challenges".
We face challenges; thereafter comes choice.
Flight or fight?

I chose to fight for Biology.
I refused to accept the prospects of living with grades that aren't expected of me.
Hence came the mechanism.
And the rest is history.

At this forked path, I see uncertainties in both direction.
Instead of plunging into one, I stand here, introspectional.

Another irony comes to mind:
If I've the time to blog, why is it do I not devote this time spent into clearing the to-do list (refer to my previous post) then?
However, for whom am I posting my thoughts for?
Myself, such that I gain self-awareness in the midst of pursuing for answers and self-consolation (if at all)?
You, such that you gain awareness of me in the midst of understanding my 'rhetoric'?

Yes, this post is justified.
Perhaps the answer isn't obvious.
But obvious compulsions had led me into sharing some of my random thoughts.

Back to Yohohama, Japan:
In conservative societies, physical contact in public is quite a taboo.
Yet, he tried; but with a mere finger.