Just A Piece of Thought
"Do you dream of being a soldier? Or perhaps, a pilot?"
The curious however shallow question of a previous colleague in my good old days in the place of learning flashed into my mind the moment I entered the base I consider my office now as an adult. It was when the guy was observing how I derived the formula needed for the, a mere circle graph for the sophisticated Cartesian plane—a known way to navigate or to target.
I did not response in words. I smiled.
The Mathematics probably may be considered an abstract painting for one who focus solely on biology. A perfect complexity of non-biodegradable yet recyclable trash—a study not needed in the future. A teacher, in contrast, labeled the science of numbers as a study for higher level. For it is affiliated to Science, a cousin and the language of the said.
"If not in army through parabola, Mathematics may be applied to architecture and engineering. Technology as well. You seemed to have the potential."
I could have laughed when I hear the words of my teacher from high school now. Right now, I am neither holding blueprint nor hard cap. Engineering and architecture. Technology and the future. The Mathematics have always been the key. Language of Science becomes a thread of inventions. Through the numbers, humans have developed the aesthetics through the 1 and 0 of computer and the cipher of vault. Yet it was not the keyboard that I tap, it was not even the buildings that I fixate my eyes on.
"Your great capability in strategies of the board games is not surprising, knowing you fancy the play of the digits."
As a player of chess and a pawn of life, my view of games and the reality of the world differ. Life may be the game of strategies. Hence, each move is taken carefully. However, opposite to a mere board where loss is just a loss, loss in life is the loss of life. As I see the world from my tainted vision. Multiply hate and there's no respawn. Add grudge and there's no restart.
I held my black, shining steel. The one equivalent to the beauty of blue print. The one equal to the hardness of a hard cap. The one leveled to the strategy in a board game. Equivalent, equal and leveled only through the application of Mathematics. A day years after a seat in a classroom. A night years after a review of a lesson.
I have never lost the graphs in my mind nor the affection for the complexity of digits. I may just have forget that test papers are far different from life exams. And that, each receive different test questions. Ergo, in vanity, I seem to fail this.
Considering how I would now apply the strategies and parabolas not in army nor in the sea. Not even in the buildings or in blueprints. But to a life to navigate, a target to kill. For I am a hitman.
Is this the said level of Mathematics?