Counting down. Starting up.

I have decided. This move is bold and adventurous in the eyes of most. Deep down my heart, I share the same fear, but I have my own solid reasons. Most elders support my decision, because having been through so many stages in life, they know much better about colours, flavours and scents of life.

Perhaps it is not so wise to make this profound, and I certainly appreciate advices against letting rumours run around, because it will leave me no chance to revert my decision and render me no other options than committing what I say. But this is exactly what I want. Though my reasons are sensible, I may be overrun by fear and fall back to comfort zone. The only way to avoid that is to cut down every possible paths and burn down hopes of alternatives.

I know for sure, that I need to conquer this fear, just like how I conquered the fear of commanding English, the fear of working and so on. It is exactly the same reason why I do not further my studies. I do not like to run away.

And yet, people like to judge according to norm, stereotype or what they think, if what they think is not norm or stereotype. When I started my first job, some colleagues said:"Why are you here? You shouldn't be here." When I started my second job, some colleagues said:"Why are you here? You shouldn't be here." And I know for sure, when I start my third job, some will say:"Why are you here? You shouldn't be here." I am not saying that I dislike constructive advice, but I just want to say that this kind of idiot-proof question exists everywhere. If I should not be at the place wherever I go, who is responsible for my destination if I am to follow any of the advice above? No one.

I seriously dislike the idea of "what kind of people should do what kind of job", and I believe that whichever path we take, we all have different destination.

To me, a lot of things weigh much higher than "technical knowledge".