It’s really peculiar what fate has in store for us sometimes.
12.5 years ago (pre-nafa), I would never have expected myself majoring in v.com...
5 years later (post RMIT.), I would never have expected a profession in design .
7.5 years on, here I am not doing design but struggling in the world of fashion .
If I had gone ahead with Plan B to OMD right after RMIT,
every minute of my life would have penned out so differently.
In a foreign land with nothing to occupy me,
I might have sold my soul to mugging for endless projects and earned my retirement fund.
Astonishing how decisions made 7.5 years ago actually affect EVERYTHING 7.5 years on.
As we get older, it gets harder to retrace steps, rectify mistakes made.
The costs of failure and the wrong turns taken keep stacking up.
A failed relationship hurls us into a state of wretchedness
because you start pondering too much.
How many more 3 years do I have to offer?
How much feelings do I have left to invest?
How much self worth do I have to pick myself up again?
How can I make my heart whole again?
A wrong career move may mean a blemish in your resume;
another year gone by with nothing proven, nothing gained.
Then you start wondering again.
Why did I let that opportunity slip me by?
When will another come by again?
Have I run out of luck?
Your childhood/teenage/pre-work dreams and aspirations start to erode
and before you know it, you realize you know nothing at all.
So look before you take your next leap.
I hope mine though is a slow process,
will be a pot of happiness...