Life is not just about the race

Celebrate or (and) weep, then what's next? I didn't feel as excited anymore when I am getting this semester's results, except that I am afraid I would get a C/D for my worst core module. I am really glad that I have gotten a B for that with a surprising A for another core module which I think I thought i would never get that grade (Yay, I managed to prove that I am still able to survive in a class of crossover students). Other than that, I didn't bother as much about my GPA as the last time. I am satisfied, and this semester is so called the first time when I didn't really take results to heart, really (but I will still put in my very best in the things I do). I am happy that I did :) Over the past few weeks, I had been enjoying my hols except the "sick" weeks and suddenly, a thought chanced upon me thinking about what I want to do to better myself as a future teacher. Last semester, I plucked up my courage to go to pets shelter and want to do smth...

For the better? Or for the worst? (right now) Maybe, I am subconciously uncomfortable with changing the ways I see about some things. Maybe, I am subconciously uncomfortable with changing the ways I think about some things. Maybe, I am subconciously uncomfortable with changing the ways that I do/handle some things. Maybe, I am still uncomfortable with changes. Despite such subconcious discomfort, changes continues, because I am pushed to follow the overwhleming flow, because the seemingly good ones camoflage the potential bad ones. It's encouraging to see myself being brave enough to attempt more changes. Yet, not everything should change with the flow or (and) situation.  I guess it's time to place a halt and strike a balance.