Heng is a Project Manager working for an IT consulting company. With years of experience in the field of IT and engineering, Heng has developed a wealth of expertise in planning and executing various technology projects. But his passion extends far beyond the realm of IT. In his free time, Heng loves to explore the worlds of photography and writing. He is an avid photographer with a keen eye for capturing the beauty of the world around us. He also loves crafting compelling stories that he wishes would make a lasting impact. With a strong interest in engineering and the art of storytelling, Heng is always on the lookout for new ways to expand his knowledge and develop his skills. Feel free to get in touch with him on Instagram.
The light was streaming through at the end
As I climbed the wooden steps, so old and weathered
I heard the call to climb, one step at a time
And with each step, I drew closer to the unknown
I couldn’t remember what I’d hoped to find
But I dreamed of ancient temples, statues, and a view
I predicted, pondered, and believed
But fear and worry crept in as the climb grew harder
The sweat of my brow mixed with that of the builders before me
The tropical heat was a blessing, the cicadas sang
The gentle wind danced with the trees
But what was waiting at the end of the climb?
A blue sky came into view and I took a deep breath
But as I lunged forward, I fell, tumbling through the air
Cotton clouds surrounded me as the wind blew in my face
But there was no fear, for it was a long fall
I saw the world from a new perspective
The sun setting and the moon rising in an endless cycle
It was a sight to behold, but was the climb worth it?
I couldn’t say, for I was still falling, but the fall was expected
As I looked forward to the ground, I remembered
Where I found my courage to take that first step, and knew
That the journey down was just as important as the climb.
