Journey and Destination

One probably has heard that Life is really about the journey, not the destination. And I completely agree, on the premise that one continuously makes the journey as enjoyable and fruitful as possible.

However, the company one enjoys along the journey makes up for a large part of Life. True that one may choose to be alone than to be in bad company. But apart from this extreme, I think that the companions we have to journey together, experience and discover life together make this journey more meaningful.

2 people I know about have chosen to embark on a new phase of their life together by investing in an MBA in a foreign institution of higher learning. There was anxiety of whether they'd both be chosen for entry into this prestigious school, what'll happen if one gets in and the other does not. Do they choose separate schools in this case , what'll happen to their shared apartment and pets? etc etc

At one point they had considered leaving the family pet in Singapore while they were away. The quarantine period did not justify for the short amount of time they'd spend.

What touched me was that it all broiled down to the fact that they went back to first principles : They decided to embark on this journey TOGETHER in the first place. This put the answer into their heads and hearts, and the rest of what they needed to do with their choice of schools and what to do with their pets just fell into place.

Life really can be quite simple after all isn't it. As long as we have our thoughts sorted out.

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My little god daughter is about to embark on her journey into school later today.

I remember the anxiety I felt in my first day at kindergarten, and again at P1. I don't know why, but these feelings and images have stuck with me for so many years.

Maybe that explains why I value the journey more than the destination , and the people more than the place. That's just my postulation of course.

I do remember how I wondered why everyone seemed preoccupied with play during my first day in kindergarten.

I also remember my anxiety attacks during my first day in P1, how I hung on closely to my teacher even though I'd never met her. I thought her skirt reminded me of my mum.

Things that panic attacks do to a kid.

My little god daughter, may you have a wonderful journey filled with love and joy, and some panic attacks. And hopefully you'll enjoy the journey as much as the destination, and the people as much as the place. Remember once your experiences are shared, the memories are doubled.

Have a lovely day at school.