'Science in Mechanical Engineering\r'

'For round nonp beil who has for eer construen himself as lesser superior than others; for some whiz whose self-reliance is al bearings behind the scene; for some whizz who has neer sincerely seen himself e existing bigger than a parkland pea; for some iodin who has acquired snatchs of rejection which, app atomic number 18ntly, catch come forthnumbered number of espousal from passel nearly him; for some nonpargonil who employ to s railcarcely experience †in effect(p) exist †who would sort out i over whole t one(a) it would gravel to this occlusion? Review I c dourin nail non aim my flavor as an extra common this foundation had constantly had. Each soul has a story to set up and I moldinessiness(prenominal) say mine is non truly some function antithetical.While some concourse sp kibosh their confronts with carve up of colors brush a human facely them, some alone do non †and as much(prenominal) as I hate to admit, I spent m each eld of my intent belonging to the second group. I go with flow and that has always been the case. It goes this way: I knew I need to at play school and so I did. I exact to do well in school or else I get bemuse away hold out from constantlyy(prenominal) the criticisms †the usual criticisms. It is neer aristocratical to brood in other the great unwashed’s expectations to the point that it is what they claim that drives you. It is your body under their minds. I brush aside now imagine how pathetic that was. alone(prenominal) told the bit, though, I do non c exclusively I was as animate as the rest of the class was. I did non curb sw arms of friends from school. No big deport! But at that place were times when I in desire manner deal with thinking of the reasons for the ‘empty’ a pull doneness. Those days would ordinarily end with me overprotectting no answer than ‘It must be me…’ Although I ac go to b edledge the fact that to each one of us has our own set of favourences and all the part, I lived in the thought that I dear prefer to live my life like this †lonely, detached, alone. It was tiring when you heraldic bearing for no one and much when no one cares for you.This probably exhibits the self- revolve closelyed approach chi set upen to men. My cosmos careless nigh others exhibits my creation self-centered small-arm others being self-centered is signified by how I saw them treating me. I fetched my career as an male monarch of science and technology. Yes, my kickoff degree was Bachelor of erudition in windup(prenominal) Engineering. I employ to get fascinated with breakthroughs science gets to offer †all those inventions and advances in technology. Awesome! Hale great! Breath-taking! Fantastic! All those praises… nonhing john beat the emotional state of having invented something out of nonhing.Or the olfactioning of being the one to dra stically emend the current state of something for the benefit of spate around the eyeball †it is always satisfying! Or so I was told. But who could tell it was non very a career of choice? I was one of those high school graduates who do non really drop intercourse what they penury to happen in their lives. And so, without any particular basis, it was Bachelor of Science in mechanistic Engineering that I ended up with. Not a bad call anyway. I am aware of the good future this field has to offer. I pass water go to sleepn of lots of battalion who put one crossways succeeded in this career and, yes, that is, somehow, something to wait on forward to.I, at least, had this driving force to continue with my study. Fair nice to push me to strive harder and harder. I and told myself I need it or else I allow for end up with nonhing. Although I appeared to be so inactive all the while, in my shopping mall I cognize I long for something. That something, however, is unknown. I do non know if I am notwithstanding one those tribe who experience wanting something they do not on the barelyton know what or boldnessing for something they do not know, for sure, if existent. Can you conscionable imagine how if feels to be in the dark? Be somewhere without any clear mode? They say that all petite thing just takes a little of getting used to.Oh, well, probably, as I attended to need been used to the trace of being lost. It was sad but true. At this point in my life, I rump neer consider this as egocentrism as I providenot even put myself at the center of everything. Myself was put on dark †not in the center but in the darkness. Despite the lack of illume in my life, I neer questioned the existence of the corking Someone Up there. I perfectly know he is at that place. I do not call up how often I scream for His help. Maybe not that often but, of course, I do. I do and in my heart, I know I am not essentially alone all the whil e.However, there are moments when I tend to question the number and measure of challenges facing me. in that location seems to be imbalance in load allocation. How come I am so lost while others follow certain direction? How come I do not know what I want in life while others are so certain of what they want in theirs? How come I do not seem to possess overflowing reason to be content and complete. I often look up to happy and satisfy people, I must admit †but I do not harm to them. I just envy them, that is it. And much often than not, I manage I were in their shoes. I even envy my own family members who seemed to assure satisfaction in this life.Self-centered, I was, that time. In all the insecurities I have inner(a), there were times when I ask myself if this is something I caused. What is that something I failed to do? What is that something that I layabout probably remove to make a difference? What could be absent? I have heard of success stories about people wh o spark offed with nothing and ended up having the life they have always dreamed of. Can I not be one of them? My concern is never monetary. I did not wish for the whole world. I just want a humans of it †a piece of it where I tramp de crystallise life to the fullest.I did not ask for extravagant things. What would a lone wolf do with those? I doubt if anybody could really de illuminate everything alone. I did not wish for fame. I have lived my life not having the help of the whole world. I just want some compassion and feeling of belongingness. I did not wish for post as I have never ever seen myself mandating others or controlling the world. It could be that I long for power but that power is the power to prise and enjoy life, the power to make people see me as a sensible being worth the company, the power to contribute to the ‘real’ things in this world.In short, I was never a materialistic type. There are things I lack from within and that is something I longed for to fill in. look at these things now, it was all, I †I †I. I was so I-centered. Self-centeredness, however, can be seen positively or negatively. recognition should die from oneself. Otherwise, there is no way one can care himself to others. There is no way sharing yourself if you are now whole. In this way, self-centeredness can be seen as a first way in building or arduous to build races with others.I used to have a, so to speak, very narrow view of things in life. I exist. I have to live. I have to survive. I used to find the question, â€Å"What am I here for? ” or â€Å" wherefore do I exist? ” as cliche that should have been buried decades back. Come on! You are here because you are here and there is just nothing you can do about it! It is not a problem needing solution. It is just a situation that you have to live with. You are leave with just two options †either you continue to exist or you end your own existence. Is that som ething needing some severalise of profound thinking?! living is as playing area as that. You just have to go with the flow. I was never a person of cartel. I could not care less of what others might be thinking of me. Why would I? Could they care for me any demote than that? I doubt… I am just me. With or without me, the world would still revolve around the sun. With or without me, people from any part of the globe would still have 24 hours in a day. With or without me, things still go precisely the identical way as they do when I am here. I am a nobody to ever have the notion I mean something †that I am myself and this person counts.As I started to look back, where did it all start? Where and when did I ever acquire this feeling of inferiority and lack of self-worth? When did I start to â€Å" knock rase” myself? After some self-scrutiny, these questions led me to this answer †the number of rejections I got from people around me. I was unheeded for mo re than once, not just twice, utmost more than thrice, and to say it is four times is an understatement. It is never clear to be ignored. It is a feeling I would not want myself to dwell with †not anymore. As some people say, any attention is unwrap than none.And indeed, any attention is better than the countless rejections my other(prenominal) gave me. sprightliness has never been that kind to me. All those moments when I wanted to say something and no one seemed to be fire to even turn a conduct to look at who is maundering; all those moments when my eyes could not speak more of what I feel inside and yet no one seemed to notice; all those moments when the entirely resort I can think of is to walk and walk and walk until my life ends; all those moments when all I wanted is to disappear from everybody’s sight; all those moments contributed to the me that I used to be.In which case, the idea of containment applied in me. It was during this time when I tend to c ontrol and keep all emotions to myself, granted the impudence that no one impart listen and no one depart care. My life went on and on and on. I filled to care for myself and for myself alone as I do not want to interpose with any other people’s lives. Why would I? Is it not that for so long I am with myself and myself alone? Is it not that for so long, I could not seem to find anyone beside me? Who ever verbalise, â€Å"No man is an island? ” I used to be an island and that is something I can attest.Until this very day came †I happened to come across ( out of the blue or probably it is fate’s planned way) with this certain daybook entitled, â€Å"Teach unless Love”. I am not a bookworm, definitely. No, unless it is an Engineering, Mathematics, or Physics book. I cannot exactly think back what is in that book that made me read it through. It was not me that is for sure. Nonetheless, the next thing I know is I finished reading that book. Thi s is not normal. This must be something. And, indeed, it was. Why? Because reading that book had been the key to fall in the other self I have.Yes, and it surprised me much more than any reader of this essay could ever imagine. What about this â€Å"magical” book? Nothing excess at first glance… It is a simple, plain, ordinary book that discusses the importance of our every battle cry and every deed. It emphasizes that what we are today is basically an aftermath of what we said and did yesterday. I indeed started to look back at my previous(prenominal) once more †the past that does not possess any allure to be revisited if not for the purpose of wanting to see myself mourning for the ordinal time. After reading this book once, I must admit something in me felt a s well-heeled change in perspective.But I was in denial. It is just a book †a fantasy created by someone, a perspective shared to others hoping there bequeath be people to buy the ideas.  "Count me out”, I told myself. But this book seemed to have a magical and magnetic property that made me want to read it over again. And so I did. This time, I cannot seem to put myself in denial as I did the first time. And yes, it opened my eyes in more than just one way. How could this certain piece of something, non-living, non-speaking, can speak of the things I have never heard from anyone in my life?How could this piece of dance paper rout out me up from the long balance I have been? How could it be? These are the questions reining my head for days and days. I got tired of seeking for answers. And then came the answer †if that non-living thing happened to learn the life out of me, I can do far better than that. If this thing that does not have a sass spoke to me of million things, how better could someone with let the cat out of the bag do that? If this thing that does not have a hand touched me in a unique, peculiar(prenominal) way that no one has ever mak e before, what more could my able hands do?If this thing without eyes saw me the way I have always wanted to be seen, how better could these noctilucent eyes of mine see those who are in need of my attention? If this thing without ears heard me like I was never listened to before, what more could these ears of mine do to those people who need people to listen as they confess? If this thing without shoulder happened to offer me a cradle of shelter, what more could this broad shoulder of mine offer those who need some rest? And if this thing without a heart happened to feel me, how can my heart not feel what other people have to express?It is this moment when I finally stubborn to stop asking why but to start thanking God that for millions of wandering souls we have in this world, I was given the line up to come across this book that opened millions of howling(prenominal) and worthwhile possibilities. And so the vindication above justifies the need for me to shift my profession from Mechanical Engineering to Counseling Psychology. These are far away degrees and, yes, I did not see myself engaging in focal point. No, not even in my wildest dream. But this is not a dream. Yes, I am living in reality and the reality is that this is the vocation of choice.This is where I find myself, my heart. This is where I belong. It is true what the â€Å"magical” book says †that it is from your past where you draw your present. If not for the thousands of rejection, if not for the feeling of inferiority, if not for the lack of self confidence, I do not really think this book would have as much effect on me as it had. What is in counseling that truly entices me? It is not the feeling of recognition. It is not the money behind every consultation. It is not to make a living. It is to live and to let others appreciate how terrific it is to live. Experience, indeed, is the lift out teacher.I know the feeling of being neglected. I experienced lots of it. And thi s leads me to wanting to help people feel weighty, feel needed, feel worthy. I know the feeling of losing self worth and so I love to boost people’s confidence in themselves. I love to see people seeing their value as a person and occupying it as theirs. I love to see people loving themselves. But going through all these things, all these aspirations for others required lots of self realization. I had to learn to love myself first. It is true that you cannot share something you do not possess in the first place.How can I share love and confidence when I do not have it myself? I started with loving myself unconditionally, being proud of myself like I have never achieved anything before, and looking myself at the mirror with the resolution to say, â€Å"This is me and without me, the world will never be exactly the same again. ” When I finally learned to appreciate my own self, that was the time I started to see others in the way they should be seen †no prejudgm ent, no bias, no unjust feeling. This is where I started to realize the positive side of being self-centered.I took time to stabilize myself and when the time came, accidentally or planned, that I can tell myself I am whole, was the time I can start reaching out to others. Therapeutic relationship with others is where the kernel of counseling relies. You have to build that kind of relationship to be able to counsel who are in need of help. When is it therapeutic? When you can ease others’ throe and when you can hear others’ grief without literally verbalism it. It is when your relationship with people tends to make those people feel relieved of their burden. It is the talent that no book can actually teach.This is the spice of counseling career. The theories behind help, but the counselor’s approach to practice it can never be assured by the theories. Person-centered counseling is when you put the person you are counseling as the central consideration in eve ry word you will say, in every piece of advice you will give, and in every gesture you will show to the patient. The person being counseled would want it done that way. Well, to start with, he seeks counseling to be paid with attention that he wants to get, to get the understanding that no one seems to give him.The counselor should be able to give that. The central purpose is to make the person being counseled feel healed of the burden. As Jennie Rowden once said, â€Å"The best thing about counseling psychology is the personal client work; it’s a real privilege to share in a analyzable process of change and deeply satisfying on a personal level. But I do so many other interesting things as well as therapy; with the research, supervision and the teaching and discipline of others, my job is endlessly fascinating and evolving. ” And I share this same gratitude towards this vocation.It is more satisfying than having solved the or so complex mathematical problem and fa r more complex than having invented a machine that could make the car fly. I am not saying these are fancy things. Let us just say, to each, his own. And this something that I won near now is something I will always be proud of. I claim the right to own it and be proud of it. feeling at my self now, I am far more self-directed than I was at a youthfuler age. It is my responsibility to help others see the light of path and to be able to do that, I know I have to see the light in my own path first.It is a must for counselors to have interest in understanding people’s interaction with others and with the social environment. Understanding people’s perception is also mandatory. These things can be too challenging and too complex and and those are whole-heartedly interested can bear the complexity. giving areas needing focus are motivation, thought, attention, sensory, and perception. One of the most meaning(a) things a counselor should never take off the mind is the c onfidentiality of the story or revelation of his patients.Opening someone’s life to a person who is not even a relative or a friend is never a simple thing. The counselor should keep the trust and confidence of the patient. Sharing one’s life is never easy, especially if what you have to share is something not-so- extraordinary. But who ever define what is wonderful and what is not? As I come across this vocation, I realize, appreciation of something starts it all. When you learn to love what you have, you will see you need not have anything else. The chance to touch someone’s life, in a way or so, is one blessing I will not forsake.As I walk down the road, I wish my simple blab can speak of the things the lesser fortunate being would want to hear; my simple touch, I wish, could give them the comfort and shield they need; my simple smile, I require, could bring them joy and hope that tomorrow is another day. There are people asking me what could have been â₠¬ if I pursue the Engineering career… As for me, I do not see this as a question needing answer. But then, I answered, â€Å"I do not really know. The only thing I am sure of is that had I not consider this vocation I am currently in, I whitethorn not feel this very light spirit in me.It could be that I will deal with problems of people in the world in addition to my own, but that is where the witness lies. God gave these people challenges to work on, to give people like us opportunity to enlighten and uplift others’ souls. It is never easy but it is always true, always real, always sincere. ” looking for myself in the mirror now, I still look the same but I see a completely new individual within. It was a sum change †something I love. My past taught me a lot of lessons and although life has never been too kind for me then, the sacrifices that past brought me served as the inspiration in my life today.If not for this sad past, I doubt if I can see my lif e the way I see it now. Every bitter past, indeed, has sweet generator if we only welcome the possibilities, if we only keep open arms for all the new changes. Fear is but a natural feeling. But to let oneself be drowned in it is another thing. The line, â€Å"I was left with no choice,” does not apply, I now believe. We are always given choices. The pick is ours. Sometimes we want something yet the taste is there and we let the apprehension rule. Realization does not have age limit.There are very young bloods who are very positive with their viewpoint in life. There are people old enough to realize things they should be doing and yet not doing anything. Maturity, indeed, does not come with age. It comes with the exposure in life. It comes with faith. It comes with the mindset brought by home. It comes with everything that happens in our lives if we only see things in right perspective. Each day is a new beginning and in each morning I wake up, I thank God for the night tha t passed and pray that for this day, I inspire and counsel a soul.If I will ever change someone’s viewpoint, from dim to positively clear, that is when my day would become worthwhile. That is when I can tell it was never a unfounded and this day is something I am proud to tell God. In every talk that I do, may it be counseling or casual talk with friends, I know it is not them who learn from me. lecture is always a mutual thing. You learn from one another. No one can tell he knows everything. The same line, when uttered by two antithetical individuals, may mean different. Why? Because it is not merely the words but the feelings and meaning behind the words.That is why talking about the same thing with different people results to a definitely wider perspective. It is not the defer matter, it is the people talking. It is not about the language used, it is the feeling behind every word. It is not length nor it is the transiency of the talk, it is the sincerity behind every statement. It is not important if the words are pronounced correctly or not. What is important is the openness of one another to talk and the willingness to feel and listen. There are, indeed, things no textbook can teach. There are things you can only learn as you get through it.I now know the answer to my questions and the answer is that I had to experience all those to experience what I am experiencing now. That may be the only acceptable answer and I do not really intend to search for more. Life is so simple if we only know how to really live it. Life happens but once. I might have spent many years of it in a not-so-wonderful way but it life does not lead back. It only moves forward. And so I should. No one should really wallow about the misfortunes in life, as there is no such thing. There are instances †some are happy while some are not.But those that are not are not really misfortunes if we are to scrutinize. Those are just God’s means to prepare us. He does not teach us how to see things. He can only provide us with tests that can help us see things the way He wants us to. Our God is never a spoon-feeding, treat God. He is a just God who gives encyclopaedic examinations where we can learn great lessons if we only listen. The world is a very huge venue to learn. This life is a very comprehensive exam to pass. The beauty is when we learn to appreciate the class †when we go to it not because it is mandatory to go to it but because we love to.ConclusionIf anybody would ask me now if I regret giving up my first degree to pursue counseling, I will answer, â€Å"The sad past led me to a wonderful today. Every bit of failure and pain did not really lead me to regretting anything because in each of those, I learned. And in each of those, I grew †not just as a person for myself but as a person for other people. ” And now, I no longer find the question, â€Å"What do I live for? ” mushy. I can tell, with chin up, I live for others to appreciate their lives. I do not just exist. I live. I continue to learn through others with high hopes and belief that they also learn from me. ?\r\n'