Revelation.

Hmm. Just realised something while wishing a few people happy birthday on Facebook... Even thou it's only Facebook and hence isn't very sincere >.<

Anyway, so I looked at the profile picture of my junior, now just in sec 3. Which means only one year plus has passed since I left school, and last seen him. He's 179cm now, and I totally couldn't recognise him from the profile picture. People really do change so quickly... I must be getting old to say this sort of thing. And I suppose boys will become men one day, and girls women, for this is inevitable. But it makes me a little sad to not witness this beautiful transformation from child to maturity. That I see my soccer-playing, occasionally foul-mouthed classmate posing with little children in what is evidently an overseas CIP trip, and think "wow!" because I never knew that side of him, or maybe it had developed after we went out separate ways after graduating from VS, or that I regret or having spoken to him a little more often.
And I suppose this is one of the chief reasons why people become teachers - for a few years, you get to touch someone else's life; you get to nurture and groom him or her, and when you see the transformation that has taken place, the road that they have embarked upon, the rewards are immensely gratifying; especially so when students come back and visit you and don't forget about you after they leave school, or change classes. Teaching is, truly, a noble profession.
And perhaps, the moral of this little anecdote is to teach me that I should treasure life more, and live it to the fullest, for every little bit counts. Why spend your time doing nonsense when you can be doing something so much more meaningful?