Well, basically, it is
Saturday Morning and, with no fixed schedule for the day, I am in a mood to rant.
I recently began another
phase in my academic verve and in the pursuit of purpose in the "Hippocraticean"
order and while it might be too premature to begin my doxologies and eulogies,
I want to jump the gun.
Though it might be more
convenient to be grateful for the various victories, successes and good-times that
I have been privy to over the years, I am more grateful for the challenging
times, the seemingly intractable days, the gloominess that envelopes my heart
each time I failed, that despair I feel each time when I seemed so helpless,
the pain of purpose and the sorrow of a determined skin.
I am most grateful, however,
for the lessons I have picked over the years, the thick skin I have grown, the
seemingly painless way I always seemed to bounce back, even if just for a
moment, and the person I have grown to be today.
I can look back and say with
all sense of assurance that my dreams have not been shattered. I have not lost
a bit of courage than I had five, 10 or 20 years ago. I have gotten better at
life and stronger at fights (and maybe bigger in size?)
Today, I look forward to the
future with much assurance and dignity knowing that whatever encounters I have
is only a chapter in the book that will surely pass. The visions and dreams for
the future are still as intact as when I began seeing them fourteen (14) years
ago and I am propelled on by the little part that I have seen materialise before
me.
P.S. I know this does not
exactly qualify as a "rant" but I just couldn't find another vocabulary
to depict what I was doing.
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