Hopping

I'm hopping to a new place. Place that I'm going to be stranger, outsider. Long exhausting journey to the place that I hope has its own treasure. I'm a traveler. So, this path I chose. Way back, I thought it was a mistake, but now I now. I'm chosen to be here. Place where the people really need help. I mean, lots of help. I'm lost. Don't know what to do. What have been done should be finished, awesome way.

I just have to let myself know that everything is possible. You might missed the target, but still you know you've throw the arrow at the right direction.

Missing my hectic life, but trying to appreciate laid back life here.