crossing

There are proud people.
There are confident people.
And then there is me.

I really never thought that I would need to hear praises from others to feel nice about myself.
I am one who does his stuff because he likes doing it, he thinks it's worthwhile and though he is well aware that many others can do it better than him, he is certain that he will do a pretty good job of it too.

Yet here I am, feeling somewhat unsure about myself.
This is the second time I have felt this way within 10 months. Hahaha...so fast it's going to be the 'anniversary' of that time when I was lost beyond recognition.
I am ashamed to say that I didn't seem to have progressed much beyond the maze over the past 10 months.

Although the river is dry, it would be good to NOT fall into it.
The car has a bridge, even if it's one slightly too narrow for its wheels, but still it seem sturdy enough to support a safe crossing.
Where's my bridge?
Do I actually need a bridge?
Do I want a bridge?






Would there be a toll charge for using the bridge? I have RM109.40 left in my Smartag!