♞ for something that my muse wants to do
He's always been on their right road, or so he's been told. The golden boy with a bright future. Though, pursuing the well-beaten path of an iron rice bowl job, it didn't take him long to regret his choice of study. It was obvious he wanted out, yet it wasn't as simple at that. He'd tell himself that it'd would be worth it, a stability that most craved was within his grasp. All it took was to overcome the dull spew of numbers across pristine white. Yes, that's what he'd tell himself.
☂ for something my muse wants to protect
The death of his father in the midst of high school made him realise two things. One, that people were temporal and it was up to him to make the most of each person in his life. Nobody else could do that for you. A depressing reality plagued by regrets. The second was that he could no longer be the bumbling naive little boy he'd been all along. He needed to step up as the eldest male as the man of the family. Contemplating the curve of his mother's petite silhouette as she shed tears in the dead of the night over their loss, it made his heart clench. He'd never quite understand the torrent of emotions that came with the loss of a spouse but he'd make sure she'd never have to experience pain on such a level ever again. It was the least he could do, even if it meant for the weighty load across his shoulders.