What will it be?

I know when you want something, you need to make sacrifices..

I know my destiny.. I know where am I heading and I don't like it because I sacrificed.

And now I am getting there whether I like it or not..

I am afraid.. afraid it will turn out the way I imagined it all this while..

Now it will only be me..

Have I underestimating it so much all this while?

Not in the zone of hoping anymore cause I know how painful it is when it was all turn out to be a false hope..

Will the symptom always define the illness?