Hey now
Have you ever wondered what life is about?
You could search the world and never figure it out
I sailed many oceans, climbed many mountains and brazen through very violent hailstorms
Faced almost every obstacle in all shapes and forms
Lost with no direction and faith shaking
Often I can almost see it; that dream I am dreaming
But there’s this voice in my head that says I will never reach it
And together with the rest of the doubts, skepticism and just disbelief of the world, that I will have such grit to ever reach it, but to quit
Some say it is innate sheer stubbornness; some say it is persistence or determination
I kept trying; crying; questioning; but still pulled myself up and out quickly, holding my head up high, refusing to falter and never buckled
The sacrifices made; the incredulous manner I forced my way out of almost every area of my comfort zones
The endless battles as I fought against my own highly rigid attitude and incorrigible behaviours
Initially my eyes were set to prove myself again to the world; to use silence as the best revenge against the doubters and haters
One year; 365 days; 52 weeks later
I realised there is no longer a need to prove myself
And this is what dreams are made of
I can taste it, hear it, feel it – every sensory nerve and curve
At this pinnacle
From MY to SG, and now to APAC region.
Hey world, hey now
Watch me soar, this transformation and I hope I continue making you three proud
Rising from just a mere shadow in the background to the forefront, leading the crowd.
In pursuit of this dream is the hefty price I pay with my health; a personal and conscious decision that no doctor will ever say wow
Out of my 3 wants of my lifetime – career, family and to love the world, unconditionally, at my very last moment, very last breathe
I can be at peace, knowing that one of it at least I have achieved
Dear world,
This is just the beginning; the stronger my faith, the more I will never bow
Never rest on my laurels, there is always another mountain to climb, and even darker paths to plough
But never once will I ever forget – where I came from a year ago, and if not for God’s grace, where will I still be now?
