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Six years ago I believed my destiny lay beyond the shores of Singapore. Back then I found her education system revolting; the cold whip and brain-boring drill used to shove math and science formulas disgusted me. Faring not much better, the deploring Arts scene was stifling, under-developed and seriously lacking in funding. How was I to make it as a writer earning a living? Naturally, if one has to find blame, where else to look but at Big Brother — the government.
But time away from my birthplace allowed me to do a simple ‘A&B’ comparison. A cost-and-benefit analysis, if you will. Without going so much into the negatives, I came to realize Singapore offered stability in the markets and safety on the streets. As I fondly remembered the friendships forged over two decades, just about all of them call Singapore home and will remain there. Even the once accursed National Service didn’t appear like a time-sucker anymore. Now I think of it as an extended outdoor camp where I got to shoot macho rifles and earn a free driving license. Oh, and it built character and leadership too.
Yes, for all those reasons, and possibly more, I desired to go home. Or at least, I knew my long-term future lay back in the South East. That hasn’t changed. Yet who can predict the future? Six years ago I could have said Kerry was going to be the ‘most powerful man in the world,’ but look who showed up. Right now the plan is to gain work experience (and hopefully some money) in the U.S for a few years. Although I can’t envision myself permanently settling down, who knows?
On a similar wavelength, much of the argument over which Graduate school to attend (see previous posts) circles around the same clout of, and paranoia for, the future. I’m trying to pick the school that will result in the least regrets and sacrifices, but the chips in one’s Poker table can go as easily as it came. A decision that is made in the best interests now may not lead to a future that would be in my best interests then. So how will I (or anyone, for that matter) know? We don’t, and perhaps that makes life as exciting — and scary — as it should be.