And there they were: some of the people who have meant the most to me during the course of my little life, and I was walking away from them.
As I turned to say goodbye to my mom, sisters, nephew and niece, something told me to just stop, to drop everything and forget the rush for a moment, to take a picture of the scene: those four precious people at the end of a dim, tan-coloured corridor, watching me with unreadable expressions as I walked away after leaving the apartment.
I probably won't see any of them for 3 months, at least.
Suddenly my world seems a little less bright. There are now a few less people to share its joys, sorrows, loves, and despairs with; it matters less that there are golden lights on the sky and shimmers on the waves because there are a few less people here to enjoy them with me.
Yes, people have always meant the world to me; money, fame, or power have never, ever, come close to ruling my life as relationships have, and throughout this life I have made major decisions using my heart - an organ soft and often-irrational, but also ruled by a certain surety in what I know I want.
I was following my heart when I made my choice of secondary school ten years ago; I was following my heart when I began chasing my Physics dream four years ago; and I was following my heart when I diverted my attention to Accontancy two years ago.
But nevertheless, there I was: turning my back on those precious loved ones to pursue an internship that has worried me for so long. How did I, of all the heart-driven people in the world, end up here?
Perhaps in choosing Accountancy I placed myself in a world I did not fit into - a world where happiness is defined by profits and long hours, a world in which time for loved ones is easily sidelined for a profitable career. At best this world is populated by people who simply love the corporate workplace, at worst it is populated by people who do have forgotten the meaning of relationship. I feel like a little sailboat caught in a storm. I can steer my course with all my heart and soul, making every rudder-movement and sail-pull count, but the current and the winds mean that my heart and soul act in vain.
So here I am. A corridor where every step I inevitably take leads me away from where my heart resides, a place where walls close in on me and the light is too dim for the comfort of predictability. No, with the emphatic voice of one quoting wisdom, I will not die where my heart does not lie.
So, yes, I am here, but before I close I think I shall add: that I am doing something about it. And while this may not be a wind of change, I do remember what they said about the butterfly's wings.
- wrote most of the on the plane on the way home from the states... :)