Lost
Wednesday, November 21st, 2007No it is not about the TV serial.
Just trying to post another blog about my thoughts. I am sure you must be tired with reading about all my blogs about me being lost, lifeless, goal-less and stuff. Yes, even I am tried writing about all this myself, tired being lost and feeling empty. Just treating this as a journal. I am just writing down all these stuff for writing sake. Maybe also as a way to release myself too. Pardon me.
Maybe I should post this after my 2 full years of NS, but I think since it is ending also, might as well. Prepare for some rattle again about my NS experience.
I think I have made many wrong decisions. One of it is to decide to give it all while in NS. If you were to ask me what my NS experience was, I would not say it sucks or it rocks like many others would comment. I would say I gave too much.
I gave my heart and soul, I sacrificed my time, energy, and all the resources I could muster to help in the organisation of many major events within the army’s context. What did I get or achieve in the end? I could not care about recognition and credit for the least. Should not even be talking about getting extra pay for going the extra mile and burning midnight oil. I do not even get the empathy. There weren’t even "oh Zi Cheng had done quite some work, let’s not task him anymore" s heard from the bosses’ mouth. I just kept getting further ‘arrows’ from the them.
Maybe I have worked too much. People are too dependent on those who are doing more work. This is the thing about government sector, not only in the army. Those who worked are bullied, those who does not are left forgotten in one corner. Though not trusted, they are not tasked to do anything at all.
It is only now that I start to reflect about all the things I have done since I enter school. Where is all the passion and drive that I used to have when I was in NCC, in JJC as an OGL? I used to look forward to the each day at its beginning. Now I sigh at the end of each day. This is because I used to look forward to the new opportunities and challenges that might come each day, but now I sigh because nothing much is being accomplished each day.
I realised I am getting further away from my ambitions and goals I had when I was schooling. All the talk about being a doctor, or a police officer, now seems impractical. I can forget about medicine faculty, because I came from the wrong JC. With the big hooha about Dave Teo Ming, I am thinking thrice, four times, and or maybe even five times about signing on a uniformed service like the police force.
Looking back, there used to be so much drive. I am still able reminisce traces of such drive even while watching videos juniors leading their orientation groups during the orientation camps in JC. Now all that drive and passion are all gone. I need to find it back to set my direction in life back. My direction was lost when ambition and aspirations started to blur.
I also have many regrets. I have only gone through 20 years of my life and I already have regrets. Maybe it is human greed for greater success, or maybe I made just too many mistakes.
I have not taken up many of the roles tasked to me properly with the best of my abilities. Looking on how much Fuhua Secondary School had grown, I regret not commiting into being the Head Prefect. I had failed to play the role in spearheading the foundation setting of the student body. I had failed to set a student custom and culture that could be passed down through generation of students. I had also failed to commit into NCC. Being the pioneer USM, I could have spent my time planning for training programs which could be used as reference for future generations of cadet leaders. Instead, I failed to listen to advice and got involved in a relationship. It is not that the relationship had harmed me, but it had taken up all my time, which I could use to commit into creating the better for the school. I had failed the power and responsibility bestowed upon me as such. In a way, I am a let-down for many of my mentors and the principle whom had high expectations on me.
I feel guilty for being one of the main contributor in creating all the power struggle during the secondary school days, and all the dispute between classmates taking different subject combinations. Great wounds were inflicted, and great scars could still be seen now. Now I realise how childish I was then, as the fact was that I could not even compare to Justin when I could not fulfill even the most basic responsibility as the head of the student body - to commit time for the school.
I regret.
Perhaps it is true when people say criminals reflect the most before judgement day. I finally get the meaning.