The Choices

Having an elder brother and a younger sister, I am the one having the least worries.

When I was still a child, I was never worried about my future route, as my brother was there to be the beta-tester for everything - kindergarten, primary school, tuition and etc. I would follow his footsteps.

Until he decided to get enrolled in an all-boys secondary school.

I was lost. I lost my only precious lead. Being too used to tread in other's shadow, uncertainty hit me for the first time. It was not possible for me to follow my brother anymore. That was when I make up my mind that I should make my own choice.

Would I choose the path I regret? Should I go for an all-girls convent school or an all-girls Chinese school? Should I choose an easier path that could guarantee my straight As result or a hard path that would require me to put in more effort to reap A+ for the relatively harder Chinese subject?

And I graduated from high school last year. Guess what? I studied in Chinese secondary school and managed to come back alive. Chinese subject was hard, and yes, marred my report card, but I did not regret taking it. The reason being I learnt how to study harder and more independently during that arduous journey.

The conclusion? No wrong choices exist. There are only easier or harder ones. No worries. Even if you end up choosing the harder one, you will survive the daunting ordeal and emerge just alright. And you will gain experience equivalent to the sweat and tears you pour.