My father, my best teacher

At every point of my life, I have two types of education. Schools offer me the basic knowledge of how to make a living, and the other is my father who teaches me how to live.

I once questioned myself about the importance of education in school, five minutes later there were a list of things on my mind…..having new friends, learn how to do the Maths, learn Thai history, learn English and…….well, learn how to sing national anthem correctly. I totally agree that those things as mentioned are important factors in people’s lives. Graduating high school is a pathway to the higher education. But when it comes to the opposite way, how many people apply what they have learned in school into daily lives properly? When I was in high school, sometimes I thought that school teaches me what to think instead of how to think.

The teachers always came up with the rules, what you can do and what you can’t do at school.

Somehow I had many fabulous teachers that helped opening my mind to the outside world. But the person whom I listen and look up to has always been my father as the best teacher for all my life. As my role model, my father is a man of few words who spends his most of the time with nature and doing sport activities. When he has free time, he usually comes out of the house, grab the white hammock, ties to the mango trees near the yard, lie himself while spending the rest listening sound of the nature. One of his favori...