No deadlines as long as your alive! ... (just imagine)

8 am is when things settled on a Saturday... leftovers of a neighbour’s jolly-good-late Friday night party remained in chuckles of drowsy steps on her wooden floor as the laughter’s of her guests departed her flat unhurriedly. Up so early, or Up so late, I cant tell the difference, all I know is that I am up with sore eyes and a heavy cloud on my heart... not so heavy though... looks like it’ll rain soon... tissues here I come!

I have a personal development assignment to write, and to this very day I keep convincing myself that I will write the best essay on earth, a ground-braking essay that will show how well I can write and how much I have grown. Yet, to this very moment, I have no introduction, no body, or conclusion to what I want to say. I strived throughout this year for ultimate growth as I gazed way up there and aimed higher than high, thinking that if I reached that peak, I will become the Student of the year. It wasn’t the destination, the location, the prize, the growth... it was the experience. I finally understood the essence of personal growth... I used to think by monitoring what I do vs. what I have to do, what I achieved vs. what I must achieve, that I will be measuring how well I have done and how close I am to reaching the goal. Yet, as I finally sat down to write the assignment, I looked up at the wall-pad, the photos, the journals, all these glimpses were a quick series of documented experiences that I have locked up in different places. Those moments are irreplaceable and beneficial to me...precisely me the most of all because they concern myself only. The reason I like photo-albums is because they hold all the nice moments in sequences leaving out the sad moments. The reason I like writing even more, is because it holds both pictures of our lives, the happy ones and the sad ones, bundled up in the intestines of our experiences. This Assignment made me cherish the meaning of experience, and yearn for it more than knowledge which is a very new step for a book-eater student who never had enough questions to ask or enough theories to make up and live by until proven wrong or replaced by new ones. Being the student of the year is no longer my aim even though it’s a very glittering image in my eyes. Perhaps I will always remember this assignment as the baby steps that lead me to being the student of life... a bigger challenge and a bigger adventure yet worth the experience.

(Yaaay.... I think I just wrote the conclusion to that assignment... bleh! I have the rest to right on top of it.... I can go for a nap now... ciao my little readers out there... God Bless you all!)