Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Pressing Issue

I have a pressing issue at hand that it is starting to build a nest on my head. Never in my entire career life have I thought of resigning more often as I do right now. Whilst the dynamism of a networked organization encourages a wide span of influence and control, it also creates a big room for ambiguity. In this kind of organizational design, communication is the key… And if only we could just talk. If only they could have forewarned me.

I am excited of the recent changes, but at the same time sad. I am energized of the new things to unfold. I love to venture uncharted paths. These changes give me a chance to once again create something new out from nothing. However, I am sad of leaving the comfortable nook, I have grown accustomed to.

The process that I designed, a process that I call my baby, will be taken away from me. I feel like stripped naked from my proud accomplishment - all now going down the drain. I feel like what I have done so far went unrecognized.

But come to think of it… I think the battle could just be mine. This is not about them. This could be about me. I could just be insecure, afraid and proud. I should think not of myself but of the common good.

Besides, the new spot that I will be venturing into is equally (or perhaps more) challenging. Time to let go of the past. Time to move on. Time to go and create new castles; a new horizon to trail blaze; a new tomorrow to paint.

As I look now at the immaculately white plain canvass, I face it with a smile. I just do… with the hope that soon enough there will be nest no more… lest the eggs on the nest might hatch, and soon become a bird who may opt to fly high, up and away.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Mount Everest

Just over the radio, I heard the interview of Leo Oracion. He is the one of the first Filipino explorers to climb up Mount Everest. In his dialogue, he recounts the ordeals of their adventure. It was a journey of sleepless night with no rest. The bitter cold prohibits them to stop even for a quick nap. He in fact lost his toe to the wintry weather. They relied sorely on chocolates and granola bars for a quick power dose of sugar and energy.

As I listen on, I cannot help but admire his tenacity and his absolute persistence to achieve the summit. Braving the difficulties, he persevered… Something, which I feel I cannot imagine myself doing. I can’t help but admire how people like him get such sheer satisfaction and bliss out from climbing mountains, coupled with all the inconveniences brought about it.

As turned off the radio, I paused for a while and asked myself, “What is it about climbing mountains that they venerate so much?” … And after a brief period of contemplation, I have finally found the answer.

People like them are driven to their vision, propelled on their own, to face the challenges they themselves made. So determined are they with purpose, that nothing – not even the fiercest gust of icy air can freeze their quest. The crown of the mountain is but a symbolism of their personal pursuit for victory in life.

Whilst other people (me included) cannot totally grasp the inspiration of climbing mountains and overcoming glacial hurdles, I still think that we all have our own individual Mount Everests. They may come in different forms, sizes and packages. But inside the alcoves of our hearts lies that one deep driving force that thrusts us to be in constant motion. For a student, that’s getting grades with flying colors; For a writer, that’s creating a nobel-prize worthy article; For a Salesman, that’s hitting his monthly targets; And so on and so forth. Our own personal Mount Everests may seem peculiar from one person to the other. But that does not matter. What matters most is we encompass something that drives us, that which defines the rationale for our actions – what we do and why we do it. Something that ignites us from within us to give our best and be the best.

I still am uncertain if there exists a man devoid of his own version of Mount Everest? And if so, what kind of mediocre life is he living? How does he feel, waking up each day to a new morning?