So many roads, so many detours; so many choices, so many mistakes. As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a girl would find herself a little, lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the could-haves, should-haves, would-haves - buckle up and just keep going. As we speed along this endless road to the destination called “who we hope to be”, I can’t help but whine, “Are we there yet?”
-- This does parallel with what I wrote about the last time - when will enough ever be enough? Time really doesn't wait, and maybe, just maybe, there is danger indeed in waiting to live the life one really wants. As BBM students at the crossroads of our lives, what will happen after we graduate? After all, we could easily spend the next 35 years of our lives climbing up the corporate ladder, accumulating wealth and experience, but only to find it leaning against the wrong wall at the end.
Of course, I'm not trying to say that we should abandon our dreams, not be ambitious nor attempt to self-actualize. But at this point in our lives, it is essential to think maturely and plan ahead, considering all choices, sacrifices, options and decisions. After all, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step; and this is our time.
(One of my Profs here shared the story of the Mexican Fisherman which intrigued the above thought in me, and I think it's worthy to share.)
The Mexican Fisherman
An American tourist was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The tourist complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, "Only a little while."
The tourist then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?"
The Mexican said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."
The tourist then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."
The tourist scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA, and I can help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You could leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you could run your ever-expanding enterprise."
The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"
The tourist replied, "15 to 20 years."
"But what then?" asked the Mexican.
The tourist laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right you would sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
"Millions?...Then what?"
The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."