the taxi uncle as the whole bunch of us headed down to Golden Mile to get the bus tickets.
The uncle was both proud and arrogant, according to my friend. To me, he just seemed awfully shallow and sad. Yet he said that I was someone with no fighting spirit. Maybe it’s true? Perhaps.
He was talking about what every graduate would do when they are graduating, plan for their future and budget and make all the calculations, etc … I said, I didn’t and so he concluded that I was not the driven sort.
Maybe … maybe not … I’m more confused a person rather than having a lack of drive. I have a purpose, yet the purpose might not be necessary the right thing or the best thing. In fact, I will never know if it’s right.
I don’t have much room for maneuver at all … but, I shall let the world talk … i shall let the world pas me by … a friend said how good it will be if we could just live through life without any goals. “We all lived only once, why not go through it smoothly?” I don’t agree with that. Without a goal and aim, life is just waking and sleeping. There would not seem to be anything useful to do, neither would there be anything to look forward to. Each day would be a pain to live through. The sense of emptiness that would probably shroud around someone that really did not have anything in life.
Yet, how are we to be sure that we are headed in the right direction. There really isn’t a right direction, is there? I think I have been in my ivory tower for too long. Sometimes, I even envy the people that have their armoury of ‘failures’ which equip them with experience necessary to face reality. I, only hold my broom stick and still ‘play’ and imagine it to be my mighty sword. A lot of people wonder what if i was … but there is never knowing. Life is given this way and we grow this way too. Butterfly effect!? Change something and everything in the world might be so screwed you hate it even more.
Whatever it is, I want to step out. I want to step out of this place. I feel back in the tower whenever I am back in SG. It’s like I am looking at the world from a distance and everything just passes me by without my participation at all. It’s like I don’t belong. My mum showed me a phrase yesterday “天下是我容处” which is almost a literal translation of the world is my place. For me, I’m in search of the little piece of heaven for me, for myself. I thought I knew, but perhaps it was something that someone else led me to believe that I knew. Maybe the taxi uncle was right, I just had no drive and was letting the people around me, the environment I am in the push me on. I’m like drift wood in the big blue ocean, letting the waves take me at their mercy.
Sometimes I hate myself for not knowing what exactly I want. It’s like years of ’suppression’ hides the emotions and feelings so much that there is now no feeling towards anything. No passion for any particular thing. But, I guess many people face the same issue. The sun screen song: most people are still figuring it out when they are 40. I have 15 years more to figure it out, eh?
and yes, I have an auntie that quit her very high paying job to fly all the way to the USA to take a phd in Christian theology. She’s happily graduated now and doing something she loves. It’s great that someone can be so passionate about something to give up everything. The feeling must be inspiring and all consuming. Something I guess no amount of Spinelli coffee is going to get me to that feeling of high.
So, even as I trek towards the final destination, which draws ever closer, I am not afraid of what it brings, but more upset that the destination just seems blurry and further than I thought. Two steps forward but the destination seemed to have taken two steps forward too. It’s like playing catch up and yet never catching up. Maybe it’s a sign that the destination is not right, and that I need to re-orientate and head in a new direction. Maybe it was all along with me that I needn’t head further. Maybe it was already where I had come from.
Dear God,
Sorry for being such a confused child. The signs you have sent might have fallen on deaf ears. Hit me in the head to show me the sign, instead, since I seem to be blind to signs or hints. Yet, thank you for having faith in your child, bringing hope in my life, instilling peace in my spirit and granting me the future victory in my life. I am naught without you. Hope, I know, must not be place in things human, faith, I know, must not be in things mundane, peace, I know, is not found in things physical, victory, I know, is not found in me alone.
Amen.