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To Your Success Lil' Sis

A couple of days ago, a dear friend (also known as lil' sis) joined the world of blogging-a whole world of writing possibilities. She very graciously attributed the new venture to me. However, she had already entered this world of writings on another platform, just that it was deleted while trying to learn the ropes of operating one. So while the venture had already begun, the honour was given to me in the first post. 

As I read that post again today, I thought of writing a post of gratitude but nothing seemed to inspire. But then as I thought, memories of some pictures sent to me came back. So in this post I use four pictures that she took (without telling her and I pray lil' sis don't sue me; it's for a noble cause, please just this once) through the course of her field trips as part of her study. These four pictures cannot summarize her whole journey, neither will it do justice. But still these are four pictures and the thoughts drawn from it will hopefully resonate with the rest of us (even as I write on a personal note).

How did it all start? Looking at that big world out there, seeing much opportunities but much challenges too. Sometimes beneath the calm surface lay strong currents ready to pull you down. Looking at that distant shore, delighted by the promise of another world. Sometimes maybe standing at the edge, not sure whether the risk of taking that first step is worth it. And then, when the moment came, you did. Look out and dream BIG!

But as you cross your ocean and draw closer, mountains rise - that tiny mound of a stone slowly turns into a mountain calling for more courage. This is not the easy road to take, this is the tough road that strengthens you not just for the moment, but for those difficult climbs that lie ahead. Each summit reached is a high point, but by then you know it will only get tougher before the job gets done. However, the summit also reminds you that your coming this far is proof of your strength that is growing. Every summit is a reminder to not give up, as long as you keep walking (working) you'll get there. Sometimes you fly, sometimes you walk, sometimes you crawl, and sometimes you lay down tired but at all times remember, you don't give up. WORK towards your summits!

And here you are coming closer to the end of the journey. Just another small expanse to cross over. Much like the big ocean at the start, beneath the calm surface still lies strong currents. Strong currents that will grill you about your work; currents that will seek to test your worth. This is that one final crossing that is the scariest of all. Look back at your summits, you have come far and this is that one crucial moment to believe in your strength, besides those lent to you. Stay STEADY!

And when you finally arrive and stand in the field, may your joy be doubled seeing the proud smiles of those who have been watching after you. Take a moment to let it soak in, take a bow and get ready to help someone on a journey similar to yours. To the last leg of your doctoral studies, all the very best of thoughts!



n.b: as of 2020 this journey is done, the only hitch being the pandemic that had put the celebration on hold. But the joy and happiness of seeing this journey completed is no less than "normal" times. Proud of you lil' sis! 

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  1. Oh my goodness! You don't know how much this means to me (In tears).Thank you so much!

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    1. every good and strong thoughts to you in these coming months :-)

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    2. You sure are an ANGEL sent by God to boost me when I need it.

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