Return

This morning I flew to HL for an oral defense of one former student at N_HU. The flight was domestic. Stepping into the airport I’ve noticed a little change in the deco. One small yet tidy smoking room sat there. I walked into it like a bird following geo-magnetism for directions and stood there watching the planes on the field for a cigarette.

Strange yet familiar feelings. For how many times had I been here flying to and fro between my home and HL in the first two years of my working life? Now I was standing here at the same place yet in different time. Many things had become memories, precious parts for sure. Yet more definite is that they would be memories alone and never be able to come realized again in life. Much like the road not taken, how can one go back to the junction before and choose to not choose the road already taken?

I want to hang on where I am now at N_TU for a while. To see how long can I persevere in the situation and survive. That probably has something to do with man’s dignity, with not to admit self-defeat too soon, not to back down oneself too quickly, and it has to do with pushing oneself to limits to expand and drain one’s potentialities.

Life is never easy.