The Neither-student-nor-worker period is coming to an end

Tomorrow, will be a new journey in my life...

I am stepping into the social university where learning never end. I will work as an engineer, work hard for myself, my family and my future, or maybe for mankind.

Although this is my 5th job, I feel uneasy. There is no longer and days for me to countdown when my working period will end besides the day of my retirement. Wondering about the working environment, colleagues, and even challenges in job, I believe now that I have to face everything alone. Physically, of course. Mentally, I know my family is always behind me supporting me, and my friends are always there to spare their time and ears listen to me. At least this make me feel that I am not totally alone.

Although I had spend 4 years in Sunway, and months in NS camp, Australia and USA, I know that I still feel uneasy staying out of house. That day, when my mum accompanied me to my current staying place, I knew that she was sad. But, she supported me and respects my decisions, not blaming me for leaving home, looking for my career. I appreciated that and was touched in my heart. I know, in my mum eyes, I am always a boy, that never grows up. However, there are lots of problems that I solved alone without telling her, tonnes of lies that I made, hoping not to trouble her but sometimes make her even more troubled.

What will I be in the coming years? What will happen in the future if I took a different path? Perhaps, no one will know until the time has come.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost