For we are not born into mediocrity.

My eyes have been opened a little more, and I have new found respect for journalists and photojournalists alike. But more importantly, those who are fuelled by a genuine passion to tell the story and change the world.

If a B- warrants a "marked improvement", then I don't think I was born to be a journalist. And I don't have the passion (and the courage) to be the next Dan Eldon. But I still do want to change the world in my own way.

It's funny how one thing leads to another and I've landed here, typing after a night of revelation and inspiration. Almost a wake-up jolt, I say. What am I doing with my life and why? Dan Eldon's scrapbook is beautiful, but his thoughts are all the more captivating. They surround you tightly like a wist of smoke and choke the urgency out of your ticking system.

Someone said that we pay $30,000 not for our education - but to find our interest. A bumping exercise to find your path, he said. And here I must say that my (or rather my dad's) $30,000 has given me more than just school. It has been worth it, and I'm only halfway through.

A white man whose comments allowed me to "immerse in happiness" for a while revealed that his heart truly lies in Incredible India. A place where he feels most energised, even emboldened with the courage to liberalise against the law, he said.

I had my own little moment of liberation this week, and it was nothing world-changing. Merely a little anecdote I can proudly announce to my grandchildren in a few decades while sitting on a rocking-chair near the fireplace. But then again, it's not even something great.

In a bid to prove courage, I've been shot back by mind-provoking dilemmas. He told us in lecture about a comment in the US newspapers, the day after September 11, that prompted a huge uproar: Americans are the timid ones, because while they use missiles to attack other countries, these terrorists flew themselves right into the buildings.

I believe that much of the discourse of the world is subjective. Like a buffet, almost. The food all laid out under the light for scrutiny, you make the choice what you want to take away from it.

If the world works by credentials, then we are our own resumes. And our thoughts and passion become the alphabets that make up the evidence on the paper.

The world is up for grabs. The ball is, and always has been, in our courts.

This whole episode has left my heart skipping beats, my mouth speaking jumbled words in distraction, and my mind wandered in fantasy.

But this is the part where I learn why it happened and what I can do with it.