The Sun's unrelenting glare seeps into the brick walls of these terraced houses. A slow death, oven baked. Again and again, I am melting.

When I'm not playing Death Stranding, I'm cooped up, an inch away from my fan, blasting on the highest setting.

Death Stranding has really taken over my life, something about building roads and ziplines just speaks to me so much so that perhaps 60% of my waking day has been spent playing this game, though the heat is causing fatigue to set in and now most of my day is spent trying (and failing) to cool down.

Last week was a nothing week, this week however, a movie screening for a Vietnamese movie, and maybe I go outside to the park too, we'll see. Next week, a concert for a jazz band, then a few days after that, my final results for my last exams and my dissertation come out. Two weeks after that comes my formal graduation ceremony, then a friends birthday party some days after that.

Once that's done, I suppose I will be 'free'. Free from the burden in my mind, the uncertainty of grades, results, free from the academic institution. Free from it all. Only to find myself trapped in a new burden. That of true uncertainty, the uncertainty of my future.

I chose biology because I was good at it. It was the easy option and I didn't know what else to do. I liked Biology, but I didn't love it. Nonetheless, I put myself in debt and embarked on a three year degree anyways.

There was a time in my first year where I accepted my possible future of being a career biologist, doing something in conservation or something akin to those lines. If I'm going to settle, I want to settle while doing something good for this world. By second year, my motivation had waned, but I had accepted that even if I didn't love it, I might enjoy it.

In the Summer break between second and third year, I found myself yearning for a 'true happiness', one that is sustained and real, not transient pleasures, but a love, a dream. Chasing after grades instead of learning, something was deeply wrong with how my life in university was progressing, but I figured it was just exam fatigue. It was, but it never got better.

It wasn't until my mother collapsed that things were put into perspective, and I could no longer bear it. Reading my journal entries from that period in my life, only a year and some months ago, the day before my mother collapsed, I went to drink with some friends before one of them left to Australia for a year. I haven't spoken to him since January. Maybe I'll message him when he comes back, he's a nice person, talented singer too.

I thought, in earnest, perhaps I should dropout. Yet, I was so close to the end, why don't I wade it through. But at the same time, I don't know if I could handle it anymore. I toughed it out evidently, but perhaps I'd be happier if I didn't, if I just took the leap.

Funnily enough, I don't think it was university that did it to me. It was doing something I wasn't passionate about, doing something for necessity, not for love. It's why even though despite my incessant whining about university, I am considering applying for that masters degree in social and cultural anthropology (on condition that I get the grades I need and that the university accepts me). If I want better job prospects, this gets me no further or perhaps even worse off. If I want to learn and study something I truly love, this is what I should pursue.

I don't know what I want to do, all I do know is that I am taking at least a year away from any careers or degrees, for once I want to live as I am. No obligations.

I live a very vague life because I know not yet who exactly I am, it feels like everybody knows what they want to do with their life except me. I wish I had a brain that could accept what its given, in my pursuit of happiness I seem to only make myself sad.

I suppose I only think like this because I believe I have something in me, a potential worth dreaming for. Maybe in 5 years I will have understood what that is, or maybe I will have settled and found happiness in doing the mundane. Or maybe I'll be dead.

This post was really only supposed to be about Death Stranding and how hot it is but it somehow derailed into this.