It is that time of the year again, when many are excited to return to school or in this case, university and see their old friends and familiar places. However, nothing like your first year of college, aka Freshman, right?! It is exciting, exhilarating, new school, new town, new state or country, new life, new beginnings; you are meeting new people, making new friends, carving your niche, paving your tomorrow but in the age of Ms Rona, things have been thrown for a loop a bit. Home and a computer screen are more like it. Thank you 2020. In many cases, some countries, freshman year is marked with traditions and rituals, like an induction to a wall of fame of sorts and in Portugal it is called, Praxe. It is a rite of passage, an initiation ritual of baptism students are subjected to into the university, akin to Greek Life and their pledges, “the ripping of the traditional academic suit of the students when they finish their first cycle of studies.” It is interesting thing to observe, with some students eager to experience. Here’s to life and new beginnings. Make it count. Make it worth. Cheers!
And suddenly, it is a race and we are left to ask where has time gone?! Just like that it is almost yesterday with its many stories to tell and write, and yet to be written. 2020 in a nutshell, unscripted, with some explaining to do. Life is to be lived. Live it the best way you can and desire but live it as it is being served to you.
May you be blessed. May you dance. May you scream. May you run. May you shout. May you drive. May you read. May you love. May you travel. May you embrace. May you laugh. May you fight with joy. May you be extraordinary. May you jump. May you paint. May you fly. May you ride the wagon still with gusto as tomorrow shall tell a story and is brighter as the clear day sky. May you have faith, the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. _Hebrews 11:1 Be a gardener of your own garden. Cheers!
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Nothing in life is perfect and never designed but often, unscripted. Hope gives us the right to believe in tomorrow and as long as there is hope, there is belief, trust, faith in what’s to come. Believe that no pain is in vain, no sacrifice isn’t worth it or bare much fruit but scars of life, unscathed. Moving right along we keep, to an uncertainty we can’t foresee, with life always bringing us semicolons, a delay response to occurrences, one we may never understand nor comprehend, especially when now seems to be the wanted and the wanting, desirable. Yup, that faith within us!
©️ Angela Aguiar