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It is exhilarating to witness the sparkle in the eyes of university applicants as they declare, without hesitation, the career path they intend to pursue. It is a calling — both innocent and profound — but, of course, it does not emerge without the weight of socio-economic pressure, personal and familial expectations, immense stress, and long hours of anxiety.

Yet, the road ahead is long, and many rush through this stage, only to find themselves soon facing academic pressure, financial demands, and, inevitably, the stark reality of the job market. Learning to live with uncertainty is one of adulthood’s greatest challenges, as that initial gleam in the eyes gradually gives way to a furrowed brow.

Through steady strides and inevitable stumbles, a person grows, steps into the world, and builds a family. They begin to share both dreams and debts — but also achievements and passions. They may take up regular exercise — if instilled with the habit early on. Meditation — if persuaded by mounting stress. And amidst moments of anguish, they live a modest life of fleeting happiness.

Were humankind better prepared to serve others — to be of use without the relentless pursuit of titles and material worth — perhaps, just perhaps, the world would offer a fairer future for its youth. For now, however, this remains a fragile ideal, and it is rare to enter adulthood without noticing one’s motivation waver as the days unfold.

Yet, it is possible to preserve that youthful calling well into adulthood. It is a learned cognitive effort, an expression of enthusiasm. Unlike motivation, which is an emotion, enthusiasm is a state of cognitive readiness — something that can be deliberately cultivated.

What truly matters is recognising the need to nurture, step by step, an attitude of genuine interest — towards study, work, and family — the essential pillars of a productive maturity. Problems are an inescapable part of life, but so too are solutions. And as long as one retains curiosity for life itself, there will always be room for both motivation and enthusiasm, in one form or another.

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