Time

He who discerns the worth of time is most distressed whenever time is lost

Time flies when you're having a blast, and that's especially true at KY. One year ago, I was a second-year finance student on track to finish my bachelor’s degree in two and a half years. I had been an active member in NESU in 2023 and an economics tutor last fall. Never did I imagine that I’d apply to the KY-Board, but spontaneity got the best of me. The fear of failure was present, but overshadowed by the hope within me for Better Business – and a Better Society™.

I had fallen victim to my own success, burdened by aspirations for greatness; I took on the journey of corporate relations and formed my own fellowship, CORE’24. Together, we explored the vast expanse of the corporate world, we endeavoured ruthless challenges achieving flawless, yet precisely defined, goals. Throughout it all, we followed my divine predecessors’ wise words. We implemented sacred data into our internal and external processes, amassing a colossal collection of sentiment for our fellow partners to feast upon. The mouth of the dragon had been opened, like a modern day oracle, and all the promises we made materialised fulfilling the Great Prophecy of Exclusivity, envisioned by my most recent predecessor.

We had become the epitome of success, the true creators of stakeholder satisfaction. We had transcended all of our previously set targets, shining an ever so  faint light from the mouth of the monumental tower we had built upon our journey, reminding us of where it all began. We rose to the apex of our actualisation and stood tall above what we had created and what it had ultimately been – a fellowship of travellers from humble beginnings. By the people, for the people. The CORE message behind it all. But as all mortal men learn sooner or later, an unchained dragon will consume all until there is no more. It is only in success that we realise our failures. In fear of the abomination which we ourselves had breathed life into, we had to slay the dragon just to feed our people. The true panacea was within our grasp, by disbanding our merry band of brothers and sisters and passing on our wisdom to the people, we could achieve true salvation. 

Snap! Darkness descended upon us. As the dragon fell with all its might it struck the tower upon which we stood, razing it to the ground. In its wake it left a strong foundation forged by the continuous stress of the aspirations once upon it. As the people looked up to what had been the stairway to heaven, oblivious to the festering rot in the blocks that had once formed the tower, a faint approaching light illuminated the void-like sky. The eyes of our people looked up in despair at the ruins of what had been once their stairway to heaven, for they were oblivious to the rot that festered within it. A faint approaching light illuminated the sky. Her name was Hope. Hope for the coming of an institution not reaching for the skies, but expanding with the horizons, building a web of golden strands, enabling the people to transcend into greatness along their own paths. Now the people await a prophet to bring this institution of light to life.

I'm Hector, the corporate relations & work and career responsible at the KY-Board. 

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