Have you ever thought about ‘What you like to be when you are grown up as a child?’ Or dreaming to be something what you really liked when you were as a kid?

Well I haven’t… Not really, as a child I wanted to be a lot of things, but nothing really stood out. So I didn’t know what I wanted to be at all and I still don’t know exactly. I just followed the directions what was told to me, ‘go to school’, ‘do your best.’ Just like everyone I went from Primary school to Secondary school to College.

It went rather smoothly, going to school, getting good grades, graduate Primary school, attend Secondary/High-school. I did everything like I was supposed to do, but in my late teens I stood on the edge of the safe-and-comfort world and leaped into the sky of ever falling ‘freedom’. The freedom you get after graduating high-school.

Instead of flying and soaring into the sky like other fledglings who knows what to do with their life. I froze like a little chick that didn’t know how to spread it wings. Paralyzed at the thought, dropping down in the ever free-fallin’ environment of ‘Choices.’ While dropping down I began looking for islands that looked like safe-and-comfortable. A small amount of plateaus that was in sight was the start  for my small body to move and  grab onto the sides of it adventurous island.

I started somewhere safe, something that looked familiar, something similar to the path that I had chosen before. The world of rationality, the world of science, the college world of mechanical engineering. It was interesting, very interesting as of matter of fact, but I wasn’t into it. It felt as if I didn’t belong there. So I ended up taking another leap of the edge into the sky of “freedom.”

The second plateau I sought out was something totally different something so broad that I would free fall while on the plateau. Just like an air hockey puck floating on a world of broad knowledge, sampling every side of the hockey field, bouncing from alpha, beta and gamma subjects, in the floating world of Liberal arts and Science. It was fun while it lasted, but I still haven’t found any clues on how to fly. Hovering over the landscape onto the edge and the next drop ensued.

It was then that I looked at my self, at my background, at a part of me that I neglected, the part of wanting to live, wanting to fly. The thing that was interesting, that was close to similar to what I wanted at that time. It was a place where I could be happy. Living the moment of my life, something what I wanted, needed.

It was a plateau where I could go explore my Asian roots, investigate my interests of Asia, being with peers that had more or less the same upbringings and finding the things that I loved or could love. I spend a lot of my time on that floating island, the world of economics, marketing, entrepreneurship and Asia, The commerce world of Trade Management Asia.

On this plateau I had built my paper wings. I could fly to things that I loved to do, to things which made me alive. My newfound friends, my love for asian countries, my love for traveling, exploring and adventure. In the end, after flying to places and dropping down at same time by breaking my paper wings, it was still not enough to make me soar the endless ‘sky.’

However I am not giving up, one day I will be able to fly in the sky with my own true wings, going to places that I want to go. So until that day comes when I am truly soaring the sky with my set of wings. I just go by with my upgradable paper wings to the places I can reach.

For now I’ll just V L I E ! (anagram)