it's a tad premature to be contemplating anything of this sort, methinks. maybe even extremely premature, but it seems awfully close at the same time. 'tis like some huge mountain rising up from its misty shroud of fog and dancing sunbeams in the distance. you see it. it's huge. it's right ahead of you, yet you know very well that it would take you another week to reach its base, let alone summit.
what is this i ponder about, you ask.
'tis my future, i reply.
it's not my immediate future that i have trouble grappling with.. it's that whole "where do you see yourself in the next decade" business that's blurry. frankly, i didn't expect to see a clear picture but i was hoping to visualize something less like something off monet's canvas by this time. hey, in the eyes of the 11-year-old me, anyone over 20 was eye-poppingly old. i'd be ancient in my own books, fast approaching my quarter-life crisis.
taiwan. australia. states. somewhere else totally different. somewhere i can practice without taking anymore qualification exams. part-time bathroom singer extraordinaire. full time hobbyist. part-time babysitter. full time pediatrician. part-time gamer. full time artist.
so many roads... here's my spin on robert frost's "the road not taken" ~
One and twenty roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel all
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent under the waterfall.
Then took the others, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because some were grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And all that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept them all for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Several roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I watched as the world passed me by,
And pondered each possible difference.