The Risk of Taking A Risk

So I have become a teacher again. The decision was not easy for me to make. I had been confounded by fears of the old world, the world which I knew seven years ago. I had been confounded by my inadequacy, irresponsibility, and immaturity—all of which I would have to brazen out again should I decide to take the risk of taking a risk of becoming who I used to be—BUT optimistically a lot better.


I was happy with my job seven months ago; I was happy with the environment. Being in the front line taught me a lot that in fact every skill learned—especially the virtue of patience and art of diplomacy— is now being successfully put into application in my current job, but I felt the need to look forward. As someone who is afraid of the future, taking that drastic back step would mean advancing to the next fifteen years of my life. Being stuck to what fulfilled and sustained me was not an option, thus I closed my eyes as I closed that door of uncertainty. I took the risk of closing that door and reopening an old one. It was not easy but I am managing. Being hammered by international standards is both daunting and challenging. Who I am now is very far from who I was before. If there is something that I regret and feel sorry for in that world of seven years ago, it would be the fact that I shortchanged my students then.


So what is the risk of taking a risk? Nothing. It is going to be win-win after all. If I fail, I still learn. If I succeed, then it is so worth it. The most important thing is having that chance to redeem myself, rectify my past mistakes and give my present students the best that they deserve.