4 Happiness

1. Go to Juilliard School
2. Be a great musician
3. Travel around the world
.....

He took a deep breath then exhaled. Such a long time needed to finally write down those words.

His lips curved a smile, looking bright to the point where everyone would feel like his happiness was shining. He is capable of restraining sadness and disappointment but happiness is something obvious.

Because he was never been this honest.

He was too afraid to be true to himself that he appreciated what he just did. Knowing exactly what he wanted, fixing his dreams; guts needed to do both.

When he was about to add a new line, someone knocked the door. He wasn't even ready when he looked up to find his mom holding his report and an envelope; an acceptance letter from the medical school he received yesterday.

She was looking sharp, ready as ever.

"We can't be late. What are you writing in this kind of situation?"

"Nothing. Just doodling around." He eschewed, crumpling the paper.

He was about to write Live my own life as his number 4.