Seven years ago, I sketched the silly face of a horse on a piece of paper. I forgot about this incident. But seven years later, I saw its colorful version.
When I saw the sardonic grins and the teeth, I knew everything was set before it happened. Fate brought me to this foreign land.
Seven years ago, I was a secondary school student who was preparing for the public examination for university entrance. My classmate sent me a link of an external activity created for desperate students like me. I attended the workshop and played a game with the organizers. I followed their advice and drew an ugly but hilarious donkey on the paper. It had a pair of cloudy eyes, where the eyeballs were piqued and unclear. Its long, flexible tongue rolled out of its big mouth, as if it was insane. One of the staff members was stunned by its “cuteness”. she took a picture and kept it as her own record. And the memory of this incident sunk to the bottom of my consciousness until I saw the lively painting in a small cafe in Laos.
The similarity in their contour rang me a bell. How can this happen? Why the painting I drew seven years ago would “reappear” in my life again. If it is true that It can be that I was fated to see this painting seven years ago. That meant my internship, or even the fact that I am typing this essay is destined to happen!
It is so mind-blowing.
