A good friend of mine told me yesterday that he was selected to go for a psychological test for eligibility to get into the SAF commandos.
Bleah`~ thus, my face turned green with envy. - jeez! I don't even know my PES status yet!
The glory! The status! The honor! The achievement!
But then, what he said next struck me.
"I don't want to die in the army."
"..."
Literally, I was stunned; and halted my barrage of words for awhile...
It struck me hard... the amount of commandos that get killed in service... and the extremely dangerous nature of their job...
People die in that line.
Their names never get written or known to the world, because of the undesirable consequences.
Their names get erases with time, as though they never existed - until the day they are given the status of commando.
... but frankly, what is life without risk huh?
If looking back at my life would teach me a lesson, that lesson would be that, "If you let opportunities pass by just because you blame it on risk, you'll soon realize that your life is just a generic replication of a commoner."
Generic + Replication + Commoner.
I'd rather die then look back at my life when I was old, and realize that my life was just like the guy next door, and the next, and the next....
I've always treated my life like an author writing a book. My life is the pages, my decision is the writer's hand, my opportunity is the pen, and the risk I take is the unerasable ink that mark each page, one by one.
If I want my book to be a best seller.
I have to live to be the best I can be.
- nothing less.
Andrew is going to the final internship briefing at 1400 hrs.
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