Everytime when i get my daily dose of inspiration from reading really reflective and mature blogs, i feel dwarfed. Dwarfed by how introspective these people are, and dwarfed by their immense maturity. I feel like i'm not a girl, not yet a woman. I haven't reached the point in life where i am confident, where i know exactly what i want in life, and i'm dashing towards it with zeal.
Last Friday, i had a meeting with a really special person, a real woman who i am not afraid to call my idol. She is a great role model, self-assured, intellectual, amazingly humble, and really genuine, with a huge heart. In a mere 40 minutes, i've learnt so much by just listening to her speak. It was really insightful.
I am not sure when i will actually be a full-fledged woman, like her. I am but a kid now, a child, trying to learn the way of life, to be sure of myself, and to have my own mind. I am still growing and learning with every baby step.
Yet, compare me now, with me, one year ago. A really fresh graduate, sick of studying and looking forward to working life, to what i am today, someone stuck in the crossroads of working life, thinking if i should take on more challenges or be comfy sitting on my tush, resting my laurels. Making a decision and sticking to my choice, i think, is the grown-up way to go. For now, i am taking the road i most want to travel on, and see how far i can push myself. Wish me luck, and if this jump is too large, hopefully i can fall on my ass comfortably, not fall too hard and break every bone in my body.
Just today, i dashed someone's dreams and aspirations. I stuck a needle into the balloon she was blowing. It burst, right in front of me. Sometimes, being a position to do just that, is not exactly the best place in the world to be. It sucks, but the job called for it. I just hope she will be able to find her calling in life, doing something she loves and excelling in it.
I just hope, that my own dreams will not be dashed in the same way.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,I will never be with you
--- You're Beautiful (James Blunt)
Last Friday, i had a meeting with a really special person, a real woman who i am not afraid to call my idol. She is a great role model, self-assured, intellectual, amazingly humble, and really genuine, with a huge heart. In a mere 40 minutes, i've learnt so much by just listening to her speak. It was really insightful.
I am not sure when i will actually be a full-fledged woman, like her. I am but a kid now, a child, trying to learn the way of life, to be sure of myself, and to have my own mind. I am still growing and learning with every baby step.
Yet, compare me now, with me, one year ago. A really fresh graduate, sick of studying and looking forward to working life, to what i am today, someone stuck in the crossroads of working life, thinking if i should take on more challenges or be comfy sitting on my tush, resting my laurels. Making a decision and sticking to my choice, i think, is the grown-up way to go. For now, i am taking the road i most want to travel on, and see how far i can push myself. Wish me luck, and if this jump is too large, hopefully i can fall on my ass comfortably, not fall too hard and break every bone in my body.
Just today, i dashed someone's dreams and aspirations. I stuck a needle into the balloon she was blowing. It burst, right in front of me. Sometimes, being a position to do just that, is not exactly the best place in the world to be. It sucks, but the job called for it. I just hope she will be able to find her calling in life, doing something she loves and excelling in it.
I just hope, that my own dreams will not be dashed in the same way.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,I will never be with you
--- You're Beautiful (James Blunt)
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