Resume

I spent more time than I thought I needed to re-editing my CV. While doing it I was driven by the need to impress, which to be frank is the purpose of all resumes.

I've now finished the tedious task, and thus have some peace. And I have been led to think, what on earth am I doing all this for? It occured to me that at the end of it all, we only have one account to give to humanity and the Higher Power ruling over it. I believe that in the end, be it as a corpse lying under a cold gravestone, or a pot of ashes, or as a spirit in another dimension, our lives will be reviewed by the vast creation that walks past, exposed and displayed.

And probably no one will care about how many projects or abstracts you have done or how your grades were, or what kind of networks you had. Instead human beings (and a higher being if you believe) would probably want to know:

If you were loved God and man

If you simply conformed to the pattern of the world and followed the rat race rather than lived a life true to yourself

If you neglected the people that truly mattered

If you were simply jaded by all the crap in this world rather than having taken an active effort to change it for the better.

How the world changed as a result of your life.

If I die right now I want people to know that I really have been jaded by many things over the years although I may not always show it. Once upon a time I made the effort to make things better but it ain't always working, have mercy on me. I don't need to make things better anymore, I've been so tempted to think, instead just live for myself.

Note: These lyrics are just for your enjoyment. I view them philosophically rather than literally so please I hope no one gets worried about their depressing nature. I'll surely be going for school tmr.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe;
And there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.

I'm going there to see my Father,
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only go-going over Jordan,
I'm only go-going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
And beautiful fields lie just before me,
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep