a belated coming of age

The brain has bloomed late, but at least it did.

It reminisces the days when it worked hard without necessarily understanding what it was doing.
When it was content with performing on spec, while unburdened by the ignorance of the big picture.
When doing things was for the self, maybe for the family and friends, but it ended there.
When it learned and memorized. With grit and zest! But never connected how the self can use this knowledge to achieve a bigger goal beyond the self.

The brain has forgotten most things from the past,
Perhaps because it learned them without a purpose in mind.

But now it is blooming.
It is feeling wonderfully enlightened.
When it remembers or understands, it tries not to take things as it is. Now questions are commonplace. It probes how the self can genuinely add value to the work? How can her skills contribute to society?

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