keeping my gaze to the ground.
I think I'd turn out to be one of those guys who actually have to work and pay for their tertiary education.
It seems daunting, a tad bleak, in a 'life-sapping' sort of way.
But I think I'd value my education more, take things less for granted.
I will finally know how it feels like to literally work to pay my tuition fees.
I'd do more than to just sympathise, to try to empathise, to feel pity for those who have had it worse than me.
I've been privileged enough, and i feel guilty already.
It's time to grow up, after all.
In more ways than one.
Tempations are great, and well, they are tempting.
I'm human. I can say that I gave in to it in a moment of weakness.
It's human I can say.
But it's also human to show persistence and resistance when needed.
Discipline, that's what they say. Discipline.
the reckless youthful abandon.
it's fun, but never sustainable i suppose.
but what would we do just to have a couple of moments of feeling the wind in our faces and running its fingers through our hair?
it's hard to let go, and to grow up.
you want to, but you don't want it to come all the same.
can it be considered as the shedding of your skin, like snakes do?
will you still retain your old self?
or will you lose something in this transition to another stage?
I'm intrigued by changes. How people change. And you want to ask, does your old self still have some little corner to sit in in your new self?
Is there even a new self?
On a different note, i actually am finding politics interesting. Cherian George's Singapore The Air-Conditioned Nation's been pretty good so far. Maybe, i've been too politically apathetic all this while that i find the essays very revealing, in an intriguing sort of way.
It seems daunting, a tad bleak, in a 'life-sapping' sort of way.
But I think I'd value my education more, take things less for granted.
I will finally know how it feels like to literally work to pay my tuition fees.
I'd do more than to just sympathise, to try to empathise, to feel pity for those who have had it worse than me.
I've been privileged enough, and i feel guilty already.
It's time to grow up, after all.
In more ways than one.
Tempations are great, and well, they are tempting.
I'm human. I can say that I gave in to it in a moment of weakness.
It's human I can say.
But it's also human to show persistence and resistance when needed.
Discipline, that's what they say. Discipline.
the reckless youthful abandon.
it's fun, but never sustainable i suppose.
but what would we do just to have a couple of moments of feeling the wind in our faces and running its fingers through our hair?
it's hard to let go, and to grow up.
you want to, but you don't want it to come all the same.
can it be considered as the shedding of your skin, like snakes do?
will you still retain your old self?
or will you lose something in this transition to another stage?
I'm intrigued by changes. How people change. And you want to ask, does your old self still have some little corner to sit in in your new self?
Is there even a new self?
On a different note, i actually am finding politics interesting. Cherian George's Singapore The Air-Conditioned Nation's been pretty good so far. Maybe, i've been too politically apathetic all this while that i find the essays very revealing, in an intriguing sort of way.