Don't understand me, coz I don't even understand myself.
Thought of a 'lost' person:
As I was going through my physio session yesterday, I was on the treadmail doing my brisk walk. The speed was originally set at 5.5, and maybe it look too easy for me, so the therapist set it higher to 6.0. I was on the stepper before I came onto the treadmail, and the stepper was just placed behind the treadmail. I had noticed a guy jogging at 6.5, and there I was, walking at 6.0. I challenged myself, and increase the speed to 6.5, and there I was, still brisk walking away.... I think I like to exercise.... but it seems that I never do exercise... I remember myself saying to myself during BMT during one of the runs that I like to run, and when I was posted to the RSAF, I had on another occasion on the treadmail told myself that I like to exercise, and now here again in TTSH Physio Centre, I feel that I actually like to exercise. Soooooo contradicting..... a person who likes to exercise but doesn't exercise? So do I like to exercise, or do I not? Yes, it feels great. No, I'm lazy, or maybe I haven't found a workout partner. Dunno.... that's just so me, not having a answer to a question on myself.
After the session, I took the mrt. In the train, I was surrounded by the smartly-dressed working class. Wasn't that what I was aiming to do all along? Graduate with a degree, and with smart office wear on me, working in some financial institution in the CBD? So why am I in jeans and tee now, working in a industrial estate? Wasn't I aiming to become a high flyer with a big paycheck in some prestigious FI? So what am I doing in a tiny factory, with which I have nowhere to put my financial knowledge to use? Responsibility I guess..... someone to help carry on this family biz. Although my elder cousin is in there, I think it'll be hard for him alone to manage the inside and outside of the company. But I would also call it self-imposed responsibility, no one ever call me to go in and help. I never understood a couple of years ago when a friend gave up her Diploma in Banking to go into special education, and now here I am, 'giving up' my Bachalor in Banking and Finance to go into a oil manufacturing factory.
I may never understand myself... but I know that whatever happens, it happens for a reason. I'll just wait and see if i'll ever grasp the reason.