Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Wiggling my toes
I face the cross-road again, somewhere between 'Pragmatism' and 'Dreaming'. Then I wake up. Options are infinite and the open range beckons.
Where am I? I gauge how much I have travelled and ponder if I have met some milestones. But somewhere along the way, the map got inkblotted and the detours confuse me. Have I taken a shortcut or am I still on the right path?
You only live twice, and you race with time close behind your tail.
There once was a banker who became the head of the household at the age of 15 when his father passed away with the War. He was a high school drop-out and saw many juniors pass him by for juicier positions above. Bitter and humiliated, he vowed that his sons would attain higher education and lead better lives. An elementary school principal, employee at a newspaper publishing company, and a Ph.D. engineer. They kept his promise.
The engineer relocated from Japan to the US, took his family through adventures of living in small-town suburbs from the East to the Southewest, Midwest to the West Coast. It was no joy ride, but the family stuck together. He told his two children, "you have easily hopped over the fence of two cultures and made them your own. I expect nothing less of you, and my wish is for you to go beyond what I have done."
To prolong the spirit of a revolution, you have to remember the roots. I take out my compass once in a while to make sure I know which way is North. I'm walking on my own two feet though.
Where am I? I gauge how much I have travelled and ponder if I have met some milestones. But somewhere along the way, the map got inkblotted and the detours confuse me. Have I taken a shortcut or am I still on the right path?
You only live twice, and you race with time close behind your tail.
There once was a banker who became the head of the household at the age of 15 when his father passed away with the War. He was a high school drop-out and saw many juniors pass him by for juicier positions above. Bitter and humiliated, he vowed that his sons would attain higher education and lead better lives. An elementary school principal, employee at a newspaper publishing company, and a Ph.D. engineer. They kept his promise.
The engineer relocated from Japan to the US, took his family through adventures of living in small-town suburbs from the East to the Southewest, Midwest to the West Coast. It was no joy ride, but the family stuck together. He told his two children, "you have easily hopped over the fence of two cultures and made them your own. I expect nothing less of you, and my wish is for you to go beyond what I have done."
To prolong the spirit of a revolution, you have to remember the roots. I take out my compass once in a while to make sure I know which way is North. I'm walking on my own two feet though.
// posted by sakit @ 7:32 PM 
