A JOURNEY, no matter how long and winding, always has an end.
I shall wake up today beaming with smiles as contagious and generous as the sun that pierces the sky at dawn. I shall stand high, elated, and grateful for today is my graduation day.
I have made many wrong turns, untimely stops, and silly U-turns in my life. From an extremely honor-driven, focused, and dedicated kind of student, I turned sour, cold, and unmindful. With my permission, I let things slip away from me. I betrayed myself by disowning my heart and by mocking my passions. I stopped believing in myself; but others didn’t.
Knowing that others chose not to give up on me while I sulked in resignation was both encouraging and tormenting. Encouraging because they made me see myself in a better light. Tormenting because they wouldn’t stop till I get up and press on. They bugged me to death till I was willing to give myself another try.
I had come to grips with the lesson that sometimes things are taken away from us so we will know how much they mean to us. It’s when they’re gone when we actually see them. It’s when we’re at the dark when we truly appreciate and long for even just a thin beam of light. It’s when I stopped writing when I began dreaming about it again. What took it so long to dawn on me that it was and is my life?
It’s when I was on my last inch of courage when I decided to press on. Against all odds, fears and rejections, I went back to school and started again from scratch. Now, I’m done – with pride for all of my hard work, with thrill for all I’ve learned; and with honor that glitters and shines from within.
Now, my heart can’t help but smile as I look back and realize what a good journey I had. The road must have been long and old, but one can’t find any hint of regret in my heart because along the way, I found treasures I would never find if I haven’t gone there – friendships, character, and appreciation for life and people. Most of all, I’ve reconciled myself back to my passion – writing. A passion owned the second time around is simply unwavering.
Every step I’ll take today will be nostalgic and sweet. The classic, triumphal beat of graduation march will make my heart dance and laugh as I’ll think about the times I wondered if this day would ever come in my life. Every step shall tell me that all of my hopes were never in vain.
Soon I will be entering a world I have been preparing myself for – one that is of full-time work as a writer. With all my heart I shall do my job. Now I understand why I had to go through many ordeals in my younger years – it was to refine me, mold me, and make me. Baby, it’s a wild world, one song says. Indeed, it is. Only those with courage, desire, and heart will survive.