A Good Counselor

I made it. This is the first scholarship in my life. And this is the first honor in my life. Both of them are meaningful to me. Not because of the money I got. It is because I felt at some point I have proved that Art can make money. Or doing what you like and what you believe can make money. But beware. This money cannot make you happy. This money is very little when compared to what you are going to earn from a job. This money reminds me of nights of struggles on working things out. This money reminds me of how many times of questioning about myself, about why I am an ESL student? Why I am not a Hong Kong student? Why make a big deal of English as your second language? This money reminds me of conversations with my colleagues and teachers, chunks of weird conversations still left on my brain, telling me, just go and do it. I have figured out building trust with myself is the hardest thing to achieve. Sometimes I think I would be a very good counselor, because I have to analyse problems and counsel myself everyday. I know this sound strange, but I can tell you are also the one who counsel yourself everyday.

PS. Thank you Christopher Foundation.