Tuesday, June 20, 2006

 

half empty

Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by.
Hoping that he's bid for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly.

In a period of uncertainty fraught with doubts, the best thing to happen to you is to meet someone who could unknowingly show you the way.

There will always be this person. There will always be this happy-go-lucky, not brilliant but not stupid, uncomplicated and not-so-ambitious fella in your circle of friends. The person your group of friends shared simple laughters with, and poked fun at each other.

And perhaps that was what I felt as I bumped into Ernest on the train last Thursday. Good'ol BMT mate who went on to secure a PSC Scholarship and studied in Imperial College, UK, now back to finish his NS.

Good fella. Simple. Sentimental. Happy-go-lucky, but definitely smart. We chatted all the way to Tampines, and even watched many of his buses pass us by at the bus stop. He could hardly recognise me on the MRT, he said, claiming that I looked older (later tactfully changed to "more mature", but nope, didn't make me any happier haha), perhaps in my working clothes and all.

Chatted of old times, old friends, and the future. And here we have, a PSC scholar lamenting about the constraints of a 6-year-bond civil service career, and an Econs undergraduate complaining how he has to struggle to get himself a good and stable job upon graduation. He insisting that the money is in the private sector, and me envying him of the prospects of an well-routed career to eventual policy administration.

The half full way is the typical: The grass is greener on the other side.
The half empty way: The shit is stinkier on my side.

I think Ernest was more than God-send, to have bumped into me that day. In a time when my belief in myself is wandering, his belief in me made me stronger.

As I expressed my worries about not being to find a good job, he told me that "someone of my calibre and personality need not worry" with so much genuineness that it touched me. I must have done something right in the army.

At that very moment, some worries were straightened out, and I know that to continue to inspire and do "right" for myself, I would need to seek out a niche for myself where I can find that particular motivation that drives me. It's too easy to get lost in reality.

We were meant to live for so much more.
Have we lost ourselves?

~~~~~

In a period of bustle and hassle, it is sometimes in the strangest of all things that we find tranquility on a Friday evening.

Setting up
Midst of setting up.

about done!
About done!

I find an empty Multi-Purpose Hall freshly set up for archery indoor competition particularly serene. No competitors, no noise, no stress. Just the sense of satisfaction in the air upon completion of the set up. A quiet awe of how hard work can transform the hall into a tidy looking competition ground. Aligned rows of target boards, neat ground markings of masking tape and clear bold numbers indicating the lanes and targets.

I like the peacefulness; almost like an hideout. There is just so much emotions and memories tied to such events that I want to go through it again and again. I couldn't resist grabbing some umbrella pins and setting up the targets again.

Satisfaction isn't always hard to achieve.

We were meant to live.
We were meant to live.



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