28
Nov
Disruption to my routine
What’s more interesting than working, sleeping, eating, and then (work) again?
The answer: Reservist training!
Firstly, you get to force yourself to go running in the middle of the night, because you have been working from dawn to dusk, and have only enough time to work and re-fuel like a emotional machine. Yeah, I’m writing this at approximately 1.30am Singapore Time, and the work never seems to stop rolling in. It’s like a cement truck taking a dump that wouldn’t end.
It’s not that I’m drowning in assignments (though the in-camp training would probably push me into a state of utter desperation [yet again] after squandering 75% of my school holidays). Rather, it’s club matters that have been occupying my HMA (High Memory Area). I’ve been thinking about how to rejuvenate a one-year old school club that hasn’t been actively recruiting members to its ranks.
The lack of fresh blood means that when the current club management retires from active service, there’ll be barely any new people to take over the controls. That’s like running a ship aground right at the end of your watch; I’d really hate to pass on a shipwreck to the next generation, because it’s way too irresponsible a course of action.
In certain ways, I kind of wish that somebody would tell me what to do in order to set things right; because that’s what I’ve been doing these recent years. Teachers would tell me to complete an assignment, and I’ll complete it. In the army, I was told that I have to protect my country, and so I did.
Then came this opportunity for me to break out of being a perpetual reactionary puppet. This, coming after a long while of not having to think about what to do next, is refreshing yet a frightening thought at the same time. There are no paths set out for leaders — the trailblazers burn a path through the dense vegetation for the rest to follow. I’ve been following a path until now, and that path has ended here.
How now shall I burn a new path through the forest?