真水无香

昔陶潜常抚无弦琴 孰云无人解听
Whatever I do, it’s to feel my existence




Think of a beach enveloped in mist waiting to be discovered;
Think of a wild horse fighting to be ridden;
Think of a glass of wine over a quiet conversation;
Think of standing at a cliff edge with only pair of wings;
Think of capturing the moment of thoughts under the cozy green shade;
Think of moving bodies to upbeat urban music;
Think of rollercoaster at the circus;
Think of a soaring eagle focusing on his prey;
Think of the essence of water that fits into any shape of container;
Think of me…

what is it..

I can feel my blood rushing through my veins, my heart’s racing, my left eye’s twitching, the anticipation of standing in front of these 100 odd marketing professionals to ask a question made me experience a sensation that I have never experienced before - the feeling of extreme nervousness, not beyond just nervousness - fear, self consciousness.

I’ve  never been afraid of public speaking or public attention - there will be a little bit of tingling feeling at beginning of the speech but I rather enjoy it - the attention part of it, the communication part of it. Neither have I been afraid of talking to someone who is older - who holds a higher position, who is important or powerful. I have never been afraid of so-called authority figures. I view them as equals. 

Why is this new sensation happening now? The sensation stayed even when I finished asking the question to the panel of speakers. I had to use my nails to pinch my hand to clam down. 

This is incredibly interesting. What is bothering me? My level of confidence? Internal conflicts? What is it? Why the older I get more self conscious I have became? 

I tell myself not to reject this feeling, it actually made me think. 

What I really need is a fair and constructive assessment.