There are times when I wonder,
Why am I so miserable?
When I have a friend from afar
Who patiently led me to resources I need
Who lend an ear for me to lament and complain
Who stuck out a shoulder for me to cry on
Who griped with me on the same lack of guidance
Who understands how challenging it is to do ethnic minority research
Who feels as passionate (if not more) as I about what we do
Who tires under the daily stress of school/work/life
Who shares her time and energy with me regardless of what time it is
Why am I complaining again?!
A two-hour discussion with her leads to another 3 hours of productivity
I don't care if it's 5:26am in the morning
So long as I get somewhere
Because I really want to believe,
that deep down,
Somewhere tucked away, scared, anxious, passionate,
Is a researcher awaiting to be mentored and groomed
For that chance to show that she can, ultimately,
Perform quality research and publish
To fulfill a gap or a few that are amiss in the current literature
To exchange ideas with the passionate others about similar interests
To nurture knowledge and skills
And to uncover that potential talent
Of doing research
Not just any research
But research meaningful to her and some like-minded others
I am grateful to her, my dear friend
For whom without,
I would be going to bed at 2:00am
Lost and confused and pissed
And an ingrate
Now, I can finally fall asleep with some peace of mind
Recharging for what would be another day of
relentless, mind-boggling, pissing, impatient,
...stuff.
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