It’s been a week since I completed my two-week in-camp-training (ICT) stint. For those two weeks, I complained to everyone who would listen how much I disliked it, and how I couldn’t wait for “normal” life to resume.
I can imagine how stupid I’d sound if I said now how much I missed those two weeks, and how those two weeks — no matter how maddenly frustrating and physically torturous — was actually enjoyable to a certain extent.
It is with great irony that — with my mind tuned to how I might be subjected to a different sort of torture at work tomorrow — I’m left wishing I was back at camp, where there the strong camaraderie made it all seem almost worthwhile, which is more than I can say in my work at the office.
Perhaps it is true that the grass is always greener on the other side — we are not ones to be easily satisfied with our lot — and that happiness is more a state of mind than anything external.
Who knows, but I could well be looking back on this day years down the road, thinking how wonderful it all once seemed; when the body was young and the opportunities plenty, with family and friends whom I can then only meet in dreams still around.