Now that I am at a crossroad of life once again, I find myself rather troubled and plagued by endless questions pertaining to what I should be doing with my life after I graduate from college. Should I go to grad school? Should I work first? Should I take a year off and explore a totally different country on a full-ride scholarship I have secured? It is almost like I was never prepared to be presented with so many options before: a fact for which I actually should be grateful. Not that many people are 'blessed' with luxuries of options in life. And mind you, mine are all wonderful choices that I can never go wrong with either one of them. But perhaps this is why it is so hard. I just want to do it all... and if I were not on a binding scholarship contract that requires me to work for them, I actually
would do it all.
Up until this point, my life is like a straight line: finish high school, go to good college, and finish college.... no major decisions regarding the direction were needed to be made. Every single step had been laid out so beautifully, and I just floated along, enjoying the ride. It wasn't until recently that it began to hit me: my guided directions are ending soon, and I will be free to design my own path! Something which I am totally unprepared for. Why can't life just come with instructions so we can be spared the anxiety and worry if we are living it up to the expectations of our Creator? This is such an irony in a modern world teeming with choices. We are free to create our own destiny, and yet, we are sort of hoping that someone - the
divine, if you will - would lead the way. This makes me wonder, back in time, when slaves were emancipated, didn't they ever find themselves strangely disoriented? Didn't they ever long for the security of a chained but guided life, and dread the uncertainty that liberation brought forth?
As I'm reflecting on my life, I wonder if there exists such thing as destiny. I
never ever dared to dream of being a math major, for example. Throughout high school, I found pleasure in reading politics and law, and studying languages. I wanted to become a lawyer, or anything as far away from mathematics as possible. And yet, upon being awarded the scholarship that would change my life, I was asked to study math. I wondered if the committees ever cared to check my national entrance exam results to see that I got the highest score in English, nearly highest scores in Thai and Social Sciences.... and my math score was, umm, below average? But less than two years later, I was hired a math TA, and now I'd rather indulge myself in the studies of advanced math rather than spending hours reading poetry, trying to dissect every word for some hidden meanings when there actually were none. If this is not part of destiny, the divine plans carefully and humorously laid out, then I don't know what is.
Is destiny after all a relationship between the divine plan and the willful self-effort...?