Life's Multiplication on Education

Age 17, I graduate in science from high school to land my dream college in medicine. Fortunately, I get diverted. I was insouciant to the matter eventually, I'd be a depressive geekily pedant if my life would have followed that course.. 5 years of bachelor's, then another master's, then another..Like reading those 3-4 degree accrediations of a doctor, somehow makes you dually amazed with those jibberish abbreviations & despite your lack to understand them, you feel relaxed you're in good, educated hands. I digress..

I learnt: education comes in two forms: the real-time hard learnt lessons of life & the conviniently grounded medium of books. Ive always been complacent about the former method of teaching. So what? Id think, someone will take care of it, I can always ask somebody, I'll learn later, when the time comes..

When the time comes, the curtains will open, I appear wise, beautiful & kind. No, Im not stopping, Im also an expert at multi-tasking, and amazing humorous.. Ta-Da! Like 5 minutes reeling off-the-screen, the sloppy girl-in-distress is transformed by a bunch of people: some holding scissors-brushes, makeup & acessories; some holding a rack of embleshed gorgeous-tailor made clothes; and one in particular teaching her how to walk (with a book on her head), dine (with multiple cutlary sets), and be seated with grace. Ahhhh.. Rewind please, who teaches her to deal with life?? Answer's simple, dealing with life herself.

I know, I know. Rome wasn't built in a day, I bet'ya Alexander sure hoped it would have! Like any creation, my life has multiple aspects to it. I need to grow them all, need to be on the edge (picture me swooshing by a mountain cliff on my motor-bike.. Ok, I think of being the hot-smart-woman-in-action, get over it!) I start now by taking responsibilities for my decisions, taking control over my life, being the independent me..

Self-Motivation Self-Preservation

So Ive being trying (attempting, nearly succeeding) to study. Yes, after a year's break, Im back to certifications & the whole jigbang about being a certified professional. The outcome after 6 days of snoozing my cell phone alarm from 7 to 12 in the afternoon, Im dissstracted!

My aspiron laptop is quite convinient actually, all the e-books I need, the programs installed, the method to research over the wi-fi internet. Hold it right there! That's the bug, Im glued to the internet and all things related and Facebook (a reliquished reform sprung back for pure entertainment. Im blushing, but its fun!). Ofcourse all this, combined with the fact I found myself a comfortable curled-feline place to sit, and duely-sacrificed my house-chore responsibilities in the name of education (Picture me burried under books, yeah right!)

Then I wake up after a tumultous 5 day self-struggle, to hear my sister tell me that the elders have conspired against you. Their final verdict: you either study AND bring your good-child manners out again, or you end up doing only the latter! You're reading right, I just have to clean, broom, fold, wash, tidy, and cook until I land myself a job(searching for one took a backseat coz: (a) I cant possibly study & work at the same time (b) a software developer like myself lands onto a job after weeks of persistent searching.. after some searching I ate out my persistence).

I wake up, with these thunder-gong statements, clean the house (process involving 3 hours. I didnt do much for days you know, there's mess facing my turning eyes) Now, Im curled back into my study place. Not studying really, but very aware that to preserve I need motivation; either self or externally induced, the lack of one desperately needs the emergence of the other.