I can't even begin:
This year is a year of uncertainty, tumultuous living ahead.
Everyone I know is moving forward. I still feel like a pebble on the sand when the waves crash onto the shore and the ocean pulls the waves back, taking the sand along with it except for the pebble aka me. Small and refusing to budge because I simply can't. It is not in the science for me to move because of whatever is holding me back, weight, mass, the atoms, particles and what not. So many factors that refused to move forward.
But I'm not just a pebble, I am a perfectly fine, able-bodied living being, that can move forward. So why am I not?
uncertainty |ˌənˈsərtntē|
noun; when you're uncertain of what the year holds for you, when the next chapter of your life has no definite plot or storyline