Battle Scars

Like a lot of you, I am a fighter; I fight for what I want. But more importantly, I am a dreamer. I dream. I dream of big things, I dream of better things, I dream of me being big, I dream of the world being my oyster, I dream of being the change that is in the world (thanks, Gandhi), I dream. And then I fight for my dreams. It seems almost idealistic to be fighting for this somewhat utopian like place that I dream of. And we all know that utopias don’t exist. But I choose to differ.
Bear with me.
If you are a Trybe volunteer, ask yourself, did you think you could do what you are doing if you hadn’t tried? There are so many things in life that you never knew you could accomplish until you did. For example, when you were 12, you could never in your wildest dreams comprehend that in a few years time you could be leading a Trybe session, or inspire a class of students, but if you are a Trybe volunteer, chances are, you already have.
Take me for example, I have always been an emotional and sentimental person, no one could have ever imagined that I could work with special needs, but I did, the whole of last summer, and going back for more this summer.
There are so many things in life that you never knew you could, until you do.
We live in a difficult world; I am not going to deny that. This is a world where we have to fight – very hard to be. But like they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger (yes, cheesy I know, but true too, you can’t deny that). Each day is a battle and at the end of the day we kick off our battle armour and heave a sigh of relief because we’ve conquered yet another day. And sometimes we sit on our couches in front of a steaming bowl of noodles thinking, ‘I cannot do this anymore’, and we complain and whine, but when the dawn breaks we throw on that armour and we keep going. We keep going.
We find it difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I do. And I am always scared that there isn’t a light at the end of the tunnel and that this dark and cold tunnel goes on and on. But being scared is good. Us being scared is us giving the world a chance to reassure us that all is good. And at the end of it all, we pack up and we go home, bearing the scars of the battle that we so bravely fought.
Life throws things in our faces, that’s just the way it is. Last summer when I hit rock bottom I made a teary phone call to my mother, who very wisely told me: ‘You’ve got two choices, either you suck it up, and continue doing what you went out there to do, or you admit defeat and come home. Sure I will welcome you, and take you out for prata, but will you welcome yourself?’ That is the reason she is my mother. With that I hung up the phone and went on to have the best summer of my life.
Life throws things in our faces. We can duck and we can hide but it never stops coming. It is exciting, really. And the more battle scars you collect, the more stories you can tell when you are old and breaking apart.
So be very afraid each step on the way, but fight anyway. Because when that last battle is won and you collapse with extreme ecstasy, there will be a faded smile on your face that will touch the world. And that is how you will become the change that is in the world.
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Labels: inspirational, Volunteers
Three straight days of early rise and shine for Hua Yi Secondary School and Yusof Ishak Secondary School was quite draining for someone who by nature was introverted and well not a high I. This experience presented me with a challenge and as Sam put it “I survived!”
The 2 days spent at Hua Yi Secondary marked the very first time I witnessed Trybe’s D2D programme come alive. I had been personally very encouraged to know through the Theory of Multiple Intelligences in school that I have my talents and my dreams are attainable, despite my average grades. Hence, it was a very privileged opportunity to be able to bring across the same message to these precious young people. 

