I Saw An Egret

… and experienced no such serendipity that would be commonly associated with such a rare sight.

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Come to think of it, I see them every year. But I didn’t have a 70-300mm zoom lens last year. ;P

Speaking of serendipity, I was wracking my brain over remembering a long-lost word deep in the recesses of my mind, which was somewhat associated with such sudden revelation: Epiphany!

Anyway, the grand sight of the migratory egret did make me notice one thing: that there is a change in season. Not geographically ostensibly; Singapore is as hot as ever. Rather, within the community of schoolmates that I term friends and acquaintances, there seems to be a marked phase of settling down in school. The first three months were immensely fun, yet, sometimes, frustrating to adapt to. It took me the entirety of the March holidays (oh, wait, I didn’t really have one) to realize what I big mistake I had made by holding the subconscious belief that the long school days and tons of extracurricular activities just had to somehow come to an end, and soon at that. So it now appears as if that final point is nowhere in sight. And I have to live with that. I believe everyone else in my school has to live with it too. It’s just unlucky that I live such a far distance away.

But the March holidays had provided a break, though not restful, in the monotone of the school year. This punctuation had allowed for a realignment of priorities, of sorts, among the general cohort population, new students included. Now that classes are permanently cemented, a certain sense of finality has set in, as well. Of course, there are those like me who croak unenthusiastic, complacent rhetoric from the midst of the comforting presence of impending deadlines and stress. But the majority would probably stick to the routine laid down this month or so for the next year and a half.

And that scares me, because in this new season, and every new season before and probably after, I always revert to my innate dispassionate procrastinating inferiority-complex-plagued self. I need to find a high point and tack myself up there. I’m not one for needless struggle.

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