So I noticed something D. For the past 7 days, I've been talking about what crossed my mind while climbing down the stairs with kegs to fetch water in. I honestly had no idea it'd take this long, and to think I'm not even done with the sequels yet.
A lot happened after I joined the choir, and whilst I was in the choir, some other things were happening in my life, the girl I told you about, how 'our' story went, what steps I took with her, my job too — yeah I had a job, maybe I'll tell you about it, I think I should, I mean they all made the entire pieces of my life then, the girl I liked, choir and my work. Hehehe I smell memories here.
But before all that, I was thinking of giving titles to each of my entries. Instead of just being a blant 'Day this' or 'Day that', I could have something along the lines of 'Day __ My missing symphony' something like that, or 'Day __ The Kiss", something along those lines — and don't think that thought crossed without me sniffing it, and no I don't know or think there'd be a day about a 'The kiss', so no, don't ask me anything on it, we'll know as we go.
So here's what would happen. Remember the contract I said I was hoping I'd get, the Webnovel contract, now if I do get it —which of course I'd let you know — I'll start titling our entries, how about that? I really do hope I get it though, I really need it.
And yeah, a couple of things happened recently and especially today, that made me start thinking about what has been my life.
Recently D, my life has been pretty much something, urm...where do I start? I was at the office to do that whole school stuff for others, that I mentioned about, and it involved date of births, and not just today, for some while now, since this week probably, I've been doing a little thinking, the people I have as my coursemates now, are literally people that the difference in our age makes me look old. Yeah I guess I really am getting old, jeez, 24 huh.
Well here's something I had as a map. Funny thing aye, next year was supposed to be my wedding year, Hilarious. I wonder which is more interesting, my planned life or my played out life — or my love life.
I was reminded recently or rather someone said something to me today about not letting a dream die. Yeah yeah, you know I now almost appear like someone who's either lazy or has given up, but I think the proper narration would be 'someone who's decided to value his life and some peace of mind'.
Once you start getting to a point you realize some dreams really were time bond, when you get to that time and the dream isn't what you're living, you sorta either not bother with them anymore or chase the reason you had that dream in the first place.
So after Secondary school— High school — , Uni — college— would be next then life.
Alright this is simple and almost cliche. Now which of the plans do I start with, the first one or the next or the one after that...? Really worth contemplating over
So...
Growing up, I've always been asked what I wanted to become, and nothing seemed right, till a day I looked up the sky and saw a plane fly pass, and I was like yeah, this is it, I want to be a pilot. And that was it, I was sure. No other career path called to me, be it whatever, they all were just a no no.
Now, we're growing, everyone already knows what I want, but now I started to wonder what it'd take for this to be possible. So a day came and I did a little research about it, and told my mom about it, now the money for fees were crazy, it wasn't something that we could afford no kidding, but mom told me and I remember, she said
"That's not a problem, what's 10million to hinder you from this dream, don't worry, it'll be fine"
That sounded almost crazy, but she was confident, said she'd do whatever It'd take, that I shouldn't have to worry, and believe me, that wasn't a kind of money we had anywhere, but since mom said it.
So I went on with life trying to go through Secondary school, so that I could get to this dream of mine. But like a big 'joke's on you' situation, Mom didn't make it to my graduation — not that I had any.
So there was that. Life had to move on, cause definitely earth wasn't going to pause for me.
After graduating, a break year before Uni was the choice, in that year, I took researching crazily seriously, and started looking into possible scholarships, went over like a hundred of em, I was able to make headways with some, and I wrote to em, I had to, or who the 'heaven' was going to sponsor that dream, might as well had gone to sell my Kidney.
With everything, I really believed I was going to get the scholarship at the end of that year, and yeah, I was left crushed by the news of, 'Hey, nah'
When that year ended and I wasn't able to get it, I was just meh from that moment, everything seemed irrelevant, and not worthwhile.
'Was I going to have to choose a different career now?' I kept thinking. Well if life knocks you down, you rise right? Well yeah sure...
The following year, I picked an application form for a regular Uni course since the aviation was a no no. When it was time to fill the form, I had no interest nor idea what course to put, so I just started scrolling the options and picked up something that looked any close to heart, or at random and landed at 'Geology', first time in my life is heard of it.
I wrote the necessary exams, made the cut and qualified for admissions, which I got.
Now I had to get back up, couldn't keep dwelling on the past, had to move on, aye...?
So new plan... Get into uni, graduate at 22 — I'm sure you're almost see where this is headed— after graduating I'd use my certification as an easy way into aviation school, since it was almost but closely related, even if not with the certification, I'd do plenty part time jobs to be able to save enough in the 4 years, to at least start aviation. So finally, another plan, this got me bubbled up, the fire of the future were back to my eyes, the current course and way might not have been the original but it was just something that'll pass, and might even be of great help, so no need to be so down, I told myself.
After getting the admission, I had to accept the admission by paying the acceptance fee, 40k, I was able to get it. Now this school was far from home, a couple of states away, so a couple of things had to be in place, a dorm, foodstuffs, and the rest, but a dorm more especially. After paying for the acceptance fee, that was all, literally, no nothing, everywhere went quiet.
So no money to do anything else, and thus ...
So for the second plan, I wasn't even able to start to know if it was doable or not, just knocked off course even before the start.
So yeah after a year of sitting docks — though I wouldn't call it that, I was up to something actually — I decided to get myself employed.
Job hunt...