Rhetorical.

Just a little question: Are you a happy or sad drunk? 

When the alcohol kicks in, my mind starts thinking even more. These expectations, goals, pressures, desires, triggering cues of such images keep residing.

What if you fail big time?
What if you don't have the money to spend what you want?
What if you don't make your family proud?
What if you stop what you're doing halfway and ended up being a douche?
What ifs.. All the what ifs.

You may termed this as 'insecurity'. But I guess it's a form of positive motivation to move on with life. 

Recently, I just got this revelation. That life is like an highway. 

This world is bleak, dark and ruthless. Nobody in this secular world gives us respect unless we first respect ourselves. None would bother to support us unless we prove our worth.

Nonetheless, we gotta stay strong, keep our fingers crossed, clench our teeth hard. It's because in this highway, there's no such thing as a red traffic light there for us. There's no room for complacency, but only space for progressing forward.