Truth behind my JC life Chanced upon this just now while looking at random twitter conversations on my timeline. I have to say I definitely didn't regret reading it because it gave me a fresh perspective of JC life and all that.
I guess I've never been one to care too much about the process of anything. Not that I'm a result-oriented person, just one who doesn't really think about or remember the process. Maybe that's because I think too far ahead.
It didn't quite occur to me that results don't just happen without a process... Until I read her blog entry. As for myself, I thought about how I'll be struggling between the options of heading to a JC or a polytechnic. I thought about how I'll head to university after JC, and perhaps take up a 'practical' major and lead a mundane office life just like anybody else. I thought about how I'll head to a polytechnic and find myself struggling between the many options of courses. Then maybe I'll take a media-related one, or a design-related one, or if I'm more 'practical', I might head for optometry and be an optician. That perhaps, would be little different from the office lady life that I might lead.
But yes, I missed out something as well. Will I even have the choice to go to a JC? Am I even working hard enough to make sure I don't screw up my O's first? It's as if in my mind, everything will just get through easily and everything just happens as I've expected. As if I'll definitely finish the schooling phase of my life easily and then start working and start a family.
As if this phase doesn't require any hard work to overcome. It might be because I've never met with anything that strongly stopped me from moving on. I didn't contract any serious illness or fail so badly I had to drop out of school. Or made any decisions that affected my life seriously. My life has been smooth, generally. Nothing big, nothing too serious. Just moving on like 'everyone else'. (With even some time to spare for chasing idols.)
You know, I've always believed in this balance of everything. I know my life won't be so smooth-sailing all the way. There's got to be some struggles along the way, some big waves to sweep me off my feet. Just that I will never know when that comes. I guess I've been a little too complacent. Tip-toeing through the ankle-deep water, as if high tides never come. Without a floatation device, and not knowing how to swim. As if I'll miraculously float (while alive) without even the knowledge to.
Time to buck up and learn how to swim. Metaphorically and really.
