nat day post
A guardsman finally.
ns has strangely enuff, forced me to consider the nature of our aspirations, our dreams. or as coelho writes in the alchemist, our ‘personal legends’. my personal calling began the day i was blown away by the spirituality of the sji chapel. the day i was awed by the sheer majesty of gaudi’s creations. the day i drove pass the colonnade on holland rd n felt so refreshed.
i made a promise to myself; one day i hope to change the world by creating buildings wif more soul. something very habitable, artistic creations dat will put s’pore on the world map. but my stint in dp showed me dat building something is an art dat also veri much involves pple. so a building is not just one guy’s dream. its held up by many pillars. n these pillars represent the dreams of many people.
which made me wonder if i will eventually realize mine.
in ns, i saw the repetitiveness of office life in army regimentation. i saw dat in a grp, some pple stand out more than others. i was also physically n mentally tested, n i can’t say i always braved the currents. donning the khaki beret in my passing out parade for the first time, i began to wonder; wad does it mean to chase a dream?
is it a means to give our sojourn on earth some purpose, some meaning? n when we finally get there, wad next? there r many who say dat its the journey n not the end pt dats important. to me, the journey to getting the guards tab was a process of self-discovery. i was able to exercise my strengths, but i also made many mistakes. but as ns has taught me, the secret to life is to fall seven times n get up eight times. because once we overcome our obstacles, we r filled wif a greater sense of euphoria n confidence. dis gives added meaning to our dreams.
for a moment, i feel like santiago the shepherd boy on his way to the pyramids of egypt. at the end point he discovered dat he got so much more than he had hoped to achieve at the start. “life is really generous to those who pursue their dreams,” the boy thought to himself when he finally found his treasure.
perhaps wad we desire most in life is always there, waiting for us, perhaps the very next day. waiting for us in the place where we very least expected.
“Never stop dreaming,” the old king told santiago the shepherd boy. “Follow the omens.”
watching the kites soar round the floating stadium on tv yesterday, i told myself; Yes, dreams r truly beautiful.
Never stop dreaming. Indeed.
alvin ong dozed and watched the sawdust trampled night @ 2:37 PM
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