quote to live by..
Picture was taken in December, edited it for fun today. A quote to live by, difficult though..
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Oh naive little me.. (My brief tryst with development studies)
So as I near the end of yet another chapter, the insides of my brain are working full time, churning and scrambling, putting together gigabytes of knowledge, trying to make sense of what it is that SOAS has taught me as part of its 'Development Studies' masters. The whole term flew by so past, and now all we have left are two essays, exams and a chunky dissertation to write. It is only natural, being the distracted soul that I am, that I choose to reflect on what I have learned so far, than to actually get to writing my essays due very soon now (very very soon).. I have a theory. Hypothesis really. That school is really the only time you learn something new, the consequent degrees or whatever are just certificates to adorn the walls of your room. And work? I am still yet to fully discern how I am to make a direct linkage between what I have studied so far and which (un)lucky workplace's cubicle I am going to fill with my mess. If you are not sensing the vibe already,...
girl in the mirror
And at the end of the day, when we look at ourselves in the mirror, are we proud of what we see? Are we happy with the choices we have made and the baggage we left behind? Are we satisfied with the things we have ended up with? Or do we want to go back and make changes? Isn't that what life is about? Choices and decisions. I think back, Life takes me on museum trips, I see the people I have chosen to surround my life with, I look at the times I stuck by their side, And the times I snuck out at their darkest hour, I have done things I am not proud of. Conscience comes in its white robe, Haunting me, nagging me to press 'Undo'.. And yet I ignore it, We are all human, Good and bad decisions are as predictable, As the flipping of a coin, Probability is 50-50, But when does one really know which is which..
“ But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you… Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart & soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all.
” — - Louis Sachar
