Sometimes it is a blessing not to know some things. Inquisition might not always be the best way to learn. The phrase "Curiosity kills the cat" is no more than apt to describe this situation.
From young our parents and teachers have been advocating the paramount importance of knowledge, the process in which it is obtained, and also the thirst for more of it. All this while I had a misconception. Technically, it's more of a good "stereotype". I used to think more is better. But finally, I realise that knowing too much can be a bane as well. The highest level, of course, would be to act blur and live longer. But very soon, many will realise that they are far too narcissistic or self-absorbed that they learn almost nothing from every experience they encounter. A teacher of mine in the past once told me, "One who thinks he already knows, will never learn." How true is that? If you have the impression or mentality that you've got everything figured out, you'll never take in what others have to offer for teaching, because the only hoot you'll give is whether you can pick something wrong with someone's project, acting like Mr. Know-it-all.
Lately it seems like I've been living by the day. Everyday something different pops out and takes me by surprise, and then piles up on my already very outstanding stack of to-dos. So I've decided - I am going to switch to a "one-thing-at-a-time" mode. I can't do so many things at once, and that's a fact I have to accept. It does not make me less capable or anything, but it just goes to show that I'm human, too. I swore I could have broken down in the swirl of chaos and pandemonium yesterday, but all is well and I have a lot of people to thank for that. Well on a positive note, I LOL-ed at the "CHING CHING CHING CHING CHING, SIGN ON" thing haha. And that was probably the saving grace - an informal, relaxed, and joyous occasion genuinely dedicated to the servicemen who are going to transit to civilians. There were no standard protocols, strict arrangements, restrictive decorum and structure, and certainly no rigidity. Yea, you may call it an impromptu mess, but I'd rather wrap it up nicely and look at it from another light - it was a hiccup once in a while that opened our eyes to the people we all are underneath - fun-loving boys stuck in this regimented organisation.
I really appreciate the people who allow me to learn, so, so much. The road is rough, we all know. The scoldings, the punishments, to get berated in public - despite all these, emerging out of it are encouraging words and teachings that are triggered by all these mistakes. So if someone scolds you for the right reasons next time, take it like a man. Like a boss.
Gosh, I sound like I'm going to ORD tomorrow or something like that. Oh well. Every ORD ceremony has this magic. Soon it'll be my turn x)
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