The room was no bigger than any regular office. In any given day, it would house only an officer of the bank or a manager but not in this case, it was solely devoted to the consultants.
There were five of us with five different personalities, egos and backgrounds to spare, cramped up to our sleeves and eyeballs like sardines with only one objective, to complete the project. Some more flamboyant than the others with mustache longer then a trailer track to hold and the others, fragile soles ready to combust. Soon, we found ourselves, gradually aligning to the middle of the conurbation to two different regions – mostly ideological than substantive with governors, mayors and legions of followers.
Somewhere in Myanmar
The school of life is a diploma that no one can take away from you. It is yours to keep, yours to embrace. It lectures you. It strengths you. It transforms you. It transports you. It gives you, you. Yes, life is one skillful academia with its own master of ceremony, and even if it knocks you down, clouds hover over you and the world appears to be going down the drain with no hopes, persevere. Look straight into your goal and smile. Keep going, slap any curb that comes your way and march on. Don’t give up or become slave to it. Fight and become an awesome individual God has carved you up to be because hope is the last thing to die; yes hope!
Traveling through Myanmar
Life is an endless highway that metamorphoses into a catalog of unknowns that frames our journey and everyday existence. It is a voyage that initiates at dawn, veers through strokes, sways into various routes transporting us into nameless territories. Unaware of that ride and where it might transports us next, we hop on a plane and land in a region called reality.
Reality. Right now. The moment. Be still.
Providing all the amenities and scores of challenges, some build their lives rewarded by gratitude, understanding and love, and others by a stroke of luck, and unforeseen mayhem. Along the way, we encounter hurdles and opportunities that makes us jump and take notice, grow, creating an identity card unique to us.
Unsure of its corridors, it sometimes drives us into an encrypted new itinerary, undiscovered, vague. We are left alone to peddle around its bridge, embrace the mysterious and trade in a new outfit every second in the corridor of possibilities or tragedies, too often for our own good.
We run across scores of people – some brilliant others uninteresting, share stories – some beautiful and others soulless, celebrate occasions and make undeniable family of friends that we will perhaps treasure and put on a piggy bank.
Well, it is life. It is one previously carved enigma and we just simply don’t know. It is our journey, it defines us, we live it. It can change in a minute; so, let’s make the best of it!
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