Back from a two-day overnight scouting "expedition" and while exhaustion attacks vehemently, I emerge from this experience with a greater actualization and discovery of my scouting journey thus far and its direction henceforth. For me, my scouting journey had terminated (or stagnated) since last year, after my induction as the Secondary 1 Batch Head, which ceased my term as Tiger's Patrol Leader. Those days had been the best--it goes beyond description--but brotherhood and camaraderie encapsulated my passion and love for scouting. But ever since this journey regressed into a mechanical planning cum execution process, the love had died. There were days I dreaded coming for scouts, perhaps more than the reluctant Secondary 1s. And my not-so-secret collaboration with Boze to plot against the bureaucracy; we were planning to boycott scouts altogether next year, albeit we had bound ourselves with the bonds of 'black and white'.
But that's changed. Today.
I remember why I loved scouts. It was more than the friendships I had made. It gives rise to countless opportunities for strangers of this world to unite and forge bonds. The epitome of scouting was never in the prestigious PSA or CCA, it had been residing in the opportune moments for friends to be nurtured.
And perhaps my scouting journey will not end as abruptly as I had wanted it to. This time, I will hold on tight to my love and passion for it.
Because scouting is an expedition rather than a mere experience; there's no way I can give up halfway through the arduous march. There's only one way and that's forward.
But how fast and how far, I myself have yet to decide. As of now, my main focus would be to clear VSS before taking my next stride towards my final destination.
Here's to a fruitful VLC!
