I used to think that what ever happened in my life, no matter good or bad, were
doomed to happen. It’s kind of like destiny. I had faith in it. I believed
there should be something,though invisible, that resulted in my born in the first place,and then my grown up.
Several years ago, after I finished my junior high school study, I was arranged
to study in a secondary medical school by my parents, due to financial problem.
With the limited salary they earned, my parents just can’t afford to have two children further study in the meantime. So they chose me.
So instead of entering in high school, and then university like my sister, Istudied in the secondary medical school for four years. When I graduated, I was
seventeen years old. And that was 1998. Depending on some back-door relation, my
father settled me in a medicine institution at our county, where, as a clerk, I
worked till 2001.
Looking back on the period, I often failed to understand what made me so insistent in study, if not due to destiny. Instead hanging out with my then colleagues,
I chose to study per night in the little house I rent. Even during the school break when my sister came back and asked me, I failed to give a precise answer. I
just knew I must do it and make a change.
And then in 2001, my work finally began to pay off. In May of the year, I took part in the Entrance Examination, which belongs to the field of Adult Education.
I was enrolled by the university I study in now. Then I realized why I had spared no efforts to study during the last three years. It’s for this very day.
When my parents heard the news, they didn’t approve it at the beginning,how-ever. My father thought it was silly to give up a stable job with a not bad salary,
for studying for another four years with a gloomy future. What the hell do you
want to do? My father yelled at me. Fortunately, my grandfather was on my side,
and he persuaded my father to my decision finally.
Now another three years ticked away. The nearly four-year-study over the campus
changed me a lot, surely toward good aspects. Also,my parents had long since felt relieved, because my grade in the school assured them there was no need to worry about my future any longer.
Then how about me myself? I don’t know why now I cease to believe in destiny. Out of the accumulation of my knowledge, or of the later life I had experienced?
I have no any clue. But one thing is for sure, that is my life, in most of the part, depends on how I myself,rather than anyone or anything else, look at it andwant it to be.
I would have chosen to loaf around all the day long several years before, if I had not followed my inner, strong longing for a change. And I'd indulge myself in
complaining my parents’then decision, blame anyone else but myself, if I had not chosen to look forward the bright aspect of these happenings.
Some to remember, some to forget. This is what I came across the other day. So plain, but so valuable and precise. In the course of our transient life, it’s inevitable that we bump into something that we’d rather avoid from.
Then what should we react to it? To try the utmost to maximize (remember) the good facets and minimize (forget) the bad ones, or choose to make complaints by saying “Only if I hadn’t run into it….?”Life is largely reliable on what we see it, hence, I believe the answer is self-evident.
Caroline
