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I wrote a submission for Straits Times this week but it didn't get published. However, I still feel strongly enough about the topic to put it up here. so yep.

Head : Look Before You Leap

By : Goh Wen Zhong

IT COMES as no surprise to me that many of my counterparts harbour dreams of moving abroad to seek a new life. I thought that way as well.

Three years ago, I got my chance to climb over the fence and tread the path beyond it. The grass was indeed as green as it looked, but as I walked, everyone I walked past stared at me, a welcome gesture not forthcoming.

I saw successful people, I met happy people. They talked of a comfortable life, opportunity and substantial reward. These were the reasons that enticed me to climb the fence, and I badly wanted to join them in their utopia.

But what I never counted on was having to persuade them to let me partake. They had a good thing no doubt, but their stand was clear: Why should we share these things, which we worked so hard for, with a total stranger who played no part in helping us there?

I knew no day or night as I toiled to prove that I was worthy of joining their company. I worked harder than I ever did, but yet it still came to naught, because the fact was immutable - I was a stranger.

I looked around for a shoulder to cry on, for someone to lend me support and to help me reach for my dreams. But everyone else was busy building their own dreams and had little time for me. Most importantly, I saw no family, only strangers.

I was tired of fighting for acceptance, and struggling to fit in. I decided I had enough and walked back to the fence and climbed it. As I stood on familiar soil once more, everyone around me then looked up, smiled, and said "Welcome back."

I took one last backward glance at the scene beyond the fence. Beautiful as it was, it wasn't my garden, it was someone else's backyard.

kelvin was inspired at 1:15 AM