That's that, period.
A rather introspective day today.
I think back to the times when I've been challeged.
Naturally, I am compelled to think of my weaknesses and the tipping point of my life.
Dear friends, I do not cry. For I see no purpose. Plainly, I do not cry for sadness, nor for weakness but for relief. The one time I was so very close to tears was in secondary4.
My council mates would know what happened, Student Leaders' Camp 2nd night. Right after "The Event" as the special apparatus is being passed on from the former to the new president.
After that, I walked to each and every one of my wonderfully capable 'students' (may I all you that) and took their hands. I looked them in their eyes, and all I can tell myself is that my job is done. It is bloody over. Directionless, lost amongst remorse and a speckle of joy. Mosaic... what a powerfully visual mosaic.
And I nearly cried. Nearly.
Many a times I look back and I swear I am who I am thanks to my appointment in council. Alright, so what if I wasn't president. Bloody hell I was the secondary two coordinator, and we ALL know what sec2coords go through. Whenever I return to camps, I tell te juniors how special a sec2coord is, I wouln't know if they believe in me enitrely but I can't ensure that. It's only when you actually become one that you realise the potent, life-long effect is has on you. Butterfly effect...
So, dearest juniors, Sec2coord is the way to go for a fulfilling journey and a personal stairway of growth.
Imagine my anger when one of my interviewer only wanted personal examples from the recent 2 years. I had to exclude my council challenges. Sigh, such is life.
To my dearest 23rd, I still think of you guys once in a while. And ams till surprised at how this group of previously complete strangers can come in and dictate the pulsing of my heart.
All you heart-stealers!
Good luck for your A levels, poly or whatever path you have chosen. And i hope you'll be as empowered as I. You'll all be in my prayers.
Such conviction.
I think back to the times when I've been challeged.
Naturally, I am compelled to think of my weaknesses and the tipping point of my life.
Dear friends, I do not cry. For I see no purpose. Plainly, I do not cry for sadness, nor for weakness but for relief. The one time I was so very close to tears was in secondary4.
My council mates would know what happened, Student Leaders' Camp 2nd night. Right after "The Event" as the special apparatus is being passed on from the former to the new president.
After that, I walked to each and every one of my wonderfully capable 'students' (may I all you that) and took their hands. I looked them in their eyes, and all I can tell myself is that my job is done. It is bloody over. Directionless, lost amongst remorse and a speckle of joy. Mosaic... what a powerfully visual mosaic.
And I nearly cried. Nearly.
Many a times I look back and I swear I am who I am thanks to my appointment in council. Alright, so what if I wasn't president. Bloody hell I was the secondary two coordinator, and we ALL know what sec2coords go through. Whenever I return to camps, I tell te juniors how special a sec2coord is, I wouln't know if they believe in me enitrely but I can't ensure that. It's only when you actually become one that you realise the potent, life-long effect is has on you. Butterfly effect...
So, dearest juniors, Sec2coord is the way to go for a fulfilling journey and a personal stairway of growth.
Imagine my anger when one of my interviewer only wanted personal examples from the recent 2 years. I had to exclude my council challenges. Sigh, such is life.
To my dearest 23rd, I still think of you guys once in a while. And ams till surprised at how this group of previously complete strangers can come in and dictate the pulsing of my heart.
All you heart-stealers!
Good luck for your A levels, poly or whatever path you have chosen. And i hope you'll be as empowered as I. You'll all be in my prayers.
Such conviction.
