I've just realized that today marks the 1 year anniversary of my enlistment into NS. Up till now, I've learnt a few things.
1. Route marches are boring, not tiring.
2. The SAF takes great pride in educating the masses in the importance of waiting as a pastime.
3. The M-16 is a real bitch to clean.
4. Digging a hole is harder than it sounds or looks.
It's been quite some time already and I really wonder if this particular reflection is appropriate. I feel as if I've been desensitized, somewhat, placing little or no importance on the 'feel good' factor of a relationship. No, not in the physical sense, you with your perverted little minds...or is it just me? Well anyway, I wonder if this is normal. Or maybe I've just been accustomed, somehow, to being single that I don't really feel the need to be...in a sense, 'whole'. Live life as half an entity. What? I've survived. Why not a little longer? Or very much longer, perhaps.
To see things as they are; horrifying, a blasphemous statement engraved in stone to haunt you as you wish and worry your bleak days by...It's a torture. To accept things as they are; everything is in its place, everything has its place, and everything is well worth its place...sometimes it's unfair, sometimes it's the only way to live life as is its commonly perceived purpose : To suffer, to endure, and to experience in its entirety the meaning of pain and all its allies and constituents, and to move forward in life stronger everyday.
For this phase in life, I have suffered enough.
1. Route marches are boring, not tiring.
2. The SAF takes great pride in educating the masses in the importance of waiting as a pastime.
3. The M-16 is a real bitch to clean.
4. Digging a hole is harder than it sounds or looks.
It's been quite some time already and I really wonder if this particular reflection is appropriate. I feel as if I've been desensitized, somewhat, placing little or no importance on the 'feel good' factor of a relationship. No, not in the physical sense, you with your perverted little minds...or is it just me? Well anyway, I wonder if this is normal. Or maybe I've just been accustomed, somehow, to being single that I don't really feel the need to be...in a sense, 'whole'. Live life as half an entity. What? I've survived. Why not a little longer? Or very much longer, perhaps.
To see things as they are; horrifying, a blasphemous statement engraved in stone to haunt you as you wish and worry your bleak days by...It's a torture. To accept things as they are; everything is in its place, everything has its place, and everything is well worth its place...sometimes it's unfair, sometimes it's the only way to live life as is its commonly perceived purpose : To suffer, to endure, and to experience in its entirety the meaning of pain and all its allies and constituents, and to move forward in life stronger everyday.
For this phase in life, I have suffered enough.
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