A year ago, on this very day, my dream crashed before my very eyes. My plan to become who I want to be in the future disintegrated into tiny specks of dust, blocking my view of the horizon that lay before me. Disoriented, I pulled back and ran away as far as possible. The truth was just too bad to be true. I failed myself. I failed my family. I failed everyone who believed in me. The pain was too unbearable. There’s no anesthesia.
I used to imagine myself in the corporate world – balancing sheets, preparing income statements, and doing everything that has something to do with accounting. And why not? I originally intended to pursue a degree in Accountancy. But something wouldn’t let me. And that’s the next-to-the-penultimate period of the story. Goodbye, dream.
When I got home that day, I came across a bitter quotation:
Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn’t the dream destroy the reality?
- George Moore
It’s as if this whole sentence empathized with the unstable state of my emotions. But it still felt like trudging a wild river in a debilitated raft. I was certain I couldn’t move on.
But I did, once I enrolled as a BS Chemistry student.
Fast forward.
I only have a vague recollection of my first day as a chemistry major. But I’m willing to bet a thousand dollars that nothing else made me happier than studying about atoms. It took me almost a year to realize what happened. God used His invisible hands to place me in the field that’s best for me. I was just weak to accept my fate. Or I was just to blind to see it. But now, I moved on… with all the atoms in my body.
