Sunday, January 25, 2009

Finite Disappointments


A beaver’s skill in building a dam is only as good as the tree parts that are used to construct it. The flair that comes with its innate skill is only matched by the propensity flaunted to attain the finesse in which the twigs, the branches and the stems can offer.

This was how I perceived the interaction between the participants when I attended my company’s Regional Demand Summit held in Singapore a few days ago. The water embodies the market where we work in. The twigs personify our regional counterparts. The beaver exemplifies us, the demand planners.

It was my first business trip with the company and I was extremely excited and motivated, but not before skirting precariously on the edge of disenchantment. It was a huge step in strengthening our relations. I never would have imagined that meeting all these individuals could really augment our collaboration to new heights. The mere act of just setting the faces to the many names, e-mails and voices that I have been working with for the last year can truly propel our bond with each other by leaps and bounds.

Furthered by the fact that the last summit was held 7 years ago, it was high time the regional office thought it proper to assemble all the demand planners collectively under one roof to align on new regional objectives, leverage on best practices and devise innovative solutions to improve performance. With a new futurist avant-garde at the nexus of the regional vessel, it was inevitable this summit ensued.

Underlining all these, there were a few events which occurred that I will deem as sweet memories…

Suffice to say that I was privileged to have the acquaintance of someone of high import. The circumstances that we interacted in and the revelation I acquired of the nature to his query of me was truly a sycophantic adulation indeed.

In a separate incident, I learned that what goes around will eventually come around. It was folly of me to even consider losing hope and succumbing to the song of the sirens. No good work will go unnoticed or unrewarded. It was truly gratifying when I learned something sanguinely insightful of myself through the custodian of my providential fate from a provincial comrade.

Be that as it may, I am convinced now I have found the answer to the question of my verdict not so long ago when I exchanged my sword for a rapier.

Ultimately, as a human life in verity, we must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope.

11 comments:

yuin said...

Reality is seldom what you perceive it to be. It is always almost cynical and choked to the brim with pessimism. So never take those tiny moments of rare optimism for granted.

Anonymous said...

it's the journey of hardship that sets us apart from the rest so don't lose your so-called infinite hope ;)

Han said...

Mah: Yeah, guess I've learned for this round to be a more optimistic person and never lose hope, lol! Wise words from the wise men, hmmm.

Catherine: i agree. it's the process of getting there, the journey to the finish line, that we learn who we are, what we're made of. these will define who we are :)

Anonymous said...

Nice analogy on the finite disappointment and infinite hope there =)

Han said...

thanks...u have a blog of ur own or juz love to blog-hop? haha!

Anonymous said...

You always write in riddles? Haha! Like your analogy though :)

Han said...

Riddles are my forte! Haha!

Anonymous said...

I got a splitting headache after reading this post.

Han said...

I think I'm gonna post up an entry soon to give an explanation to all the splitting headaches I am causing my readers :P Seriously, oh no!

Anonymous said...

yah pls do, u owe us millions apologies...so keng ah trips here n there, i want to do whatever ur doing in jnj...seems to me ur job lotsa females...btw what is rapier? dun get ur bloody entry la everytime pissin me off, lol! totally agree with GINA man!

Han said...

Neh, like the DotA's Divine Rapier la, haha! It's actually a kinda sword :)

Alrite, alrite! I will start writing less cryptic stuff, k? Sigh.