Monday, November 19, 2007 @ Monday, November 19, 2007
If you were to use a metaphor to describe the stage of your life right now, what would you use and why?
If I were to use a metaphor to describe my stage of life right now, I would use
Life is like a hard cover notebook found in the library.
I always feel that when people were born into this world, their tiny clench fist will be actually holding an invisible hard cover library book and an invisible quill respectively for them to scribble in the margins and spaces. Why do I mean by hard cover and not by any form of quality, as human lives are mean to be taken seriously no matter is they are born rich or poor. What about I define it as a library book and not any other book? As our life’s “due date” will be stamped behind the book, waiting to be return to the creator that had create our life. And in my book, I think it will only left with three quarter of the pages. And how about the one quarter that I had used up. Well, it will be filled from my first birthday all the way to when I finally graduated from secondary school with my O-level certificate And with that, I had knew that my “childhood years” are finally gone. Gone are the days of a class of 40, gone are the day when I can take pleasure of teacher absentees and simple sinful rebel behavior of tucking out my shirt and skipping my CCA and remedial with my fellow sidekicks. Those days will be only just a trace of memories for me to savor from time to time, which explained why my book left with third quarter of pages to “Write” in it.
Now, the current I at RP is where teacher is change to facilitator, 40 classmates to 25 classmates, and the traditional method of studying is change to the new PBL system where everything is up to individual to find out the answer to the problem. And in this case it is a new chapter of my life which needs a new fresh page. True, I need to admit I will have a tendency to tear the pages from the book when I feel stressed or depressed over certain things in life. Sometime, I feel like handing my book to another hand when I feel everything in my life is beyond my control like the major changes in the education system. But the stamp behind the book will reminded me that I am the temporary owner of it and not in other people hand. And I sincerely believed that the pages in the book will never run out as long as I am still breathing on this earth. And the ink in the quill will always be there for me to scribble in my book.
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--xoxo,
Imaginarist
Imaginarist
