The New Turn
And so it stands - 22nd May 2006 that I have walked this far. 4 years of education with me changing 2 different institutions. First PSB Academy which folded after a pioneer batch which led to me changing my UOL Degree venue of study to Stansfield College located behind Park Mall [opp Dhoby Ghaut MRT] and finally here at Singapore Institute of Management [SIM].
By 14th June I would have completed my final exam paper thus ending the 4 years of University Education. Walking 29 winters to complete a Tertiary Education might not sound impressive in most standards I presume.
What's rebounding in my cellular poundings is the next turn which awaits me. At this age of uncertainty where most young hot-blooded men would have cooled and start to plan their career paths here I am embarking on a entirely new journey with perhaps only 3 years of solid experience in frontline customer service and service recovery to call my own. Is the path walked by many successful people be mine as well? Does the inarticulate mind deserve a path of opportunity as well? Only time can tell.
How so lies the factor of determination and hard work? The peserverance and the strong faith? Will fate inevitably play sport and simply laspe me back into square one where I would be no different from any A Level holders? 4 years of education have taught me so much. Not so much of academic qualifications but more on a journey of discovery. Of Self and beyond Self. Wherein lies the window to self-fufilling prophecies have only reinforced my doubts about my true potential.
The Song of Corrine May's "Fly Away" kept repeating in my head. A Mother's love had supported her son which wishes to fly away to further his ambitions despite him knowing his mother's health is failing. A weak heart and a lonely soul which wishes for nothing more than to snatch more glimpses of her prodigal son which heart had been stolen by dance for more than 3 years. Of Dance, part-time work and studies which predominantly occupies his time and attention. Of the sweat and tears which he had shed in hope for a better display of techniques. Of a mother's silent mourn for her son's attention which he understood but knows not how to reciprocate except to sit down by the table amidst a silent meal.
Random thoughts by-passing. So many things to do. So little time.
I wish - I have the wisdom to see the next turn. The next turn which would set me on the right path. Of 29 winters, grant me the wisdom to choose the path to spend the next 29 winters wisely. Of this I wish, from the bottom of my heart.
By 14th June I would have completed my final exam paper thus ending the 4 years of University Education. Walking 29 winters to complete a Tertiary Education might not sound impressive in most standards I presume.
What's rebounding in my cellular poundings is the next turn which awaits me. At this age of uncertainty where most young hot-blooded men would have cooled and start to plan their career paths here I am embarking on a entirely new journey with perhaps only 3 years of solid experience in frontline customer service and service recovery to call my own. Is the path walked by many successful people be mine as well? Does the inarticulate mind deserve a path of opportunity as well? Only time can tell.
How so lies the factor of determination and hard work? The peserverance and the strong faith? Will fate inevitably play sport and simply laspe me back into square one where I would be no different from any A Level holders? 4 years of education have taught me so much. Not so much of academic qualifications but more on a journey of discovery. Of Self and beyond Self. Wherein lies the window to self-fufilling prophecies have only reinforced my doubts about my true potential.
The Song of Corrine May's "Fly Away" kept repeating in my head. A Mother's love had supported her son which wishes to fly away to further his ambitions despite him knowing his mother's health is failing. A weak heart and a lonely soul which wishes for nothing more than to snatch more glimpses of her prodigal son which heart had been stolen by dance for more than 3 years. Of Dance, part-time work and studies which predominantly occupies his time and attention. Of the sweat and tears which he had shed in hope for a better display of techniques. Of a mother's silent mourn for her son's attention which he understood but knows not how to reciprocate except to sit down by the table amidst a silent meal.
Random thoughts by-passing. So many things to do. So little time.
I wish - I have the wisdom to see the next turn. The next turn which would set me on the right path. Of 29 winters, grant me the wisdom to choose the path to spend the next 29 winters wisely. Of this I wish, from the bottom of my heart.
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