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What I keep on reminding myself.
Almost everyday, I pass though the walkway that connects Landmark to the rest of Greenbelt. Countless commuters rush on their way home, all of them clad in long-sleeved shirts or click-clacking high heels. They look almost like robots, programmed to leave for work in thee morning, stay in the office for the next eight hours, only to go back home the same way later on. Their faces are almost expressionless, eyes just focused on what it is in front of them. Everyone is just trying to make their way home.
I am no different. More often than not, I just want to go home too, like everyone else. It really can't be denied -- a house to go home to and a bed to crash into are every much desirable at the end of a long day at work.
As I make my way, bumping into the other people doing the same, I constantly have to remind myself that I am coming home from work. Primarily because what I do for almost ten hours in a day does not seem like work. I don't even know what to call it. School, maybe? But definitely not work.
It's not to say that what I do is all fun and games. Yes, there are stressed-out days, and bad hair days, and hell days -- the oh-no-I-want-this-day-to-be-over-with days. But I guess what soars above everything else is that I feel this is where I really belong.
To most of you who know where I am coming from, I guess you aren't really that much surprised. Becoming a teacher is the only thing I have ever wanted since high school graduation. It was pretty much the only thing I hoped for and worked towards. and I guess my being in this reality right now is more than I could ask for.
For the past four years, I have talked on and on about "Ithaca". And I cannot tell you enough how wonderful my journey to Ithaca has been -- how it has given me so much and how it is still giving me so much.
My high school self would probably think that becoming a teacher is Ithaca in itself. Today, I am slowly learning that Ithaca does not stop at this. I marvel at what else it has been giving me. And as I continue in my journey, I feel myself growing. I feel myself learning the ropes, feeling my way through, discovering what I can do, doing something about my faults. Ithaca is, as I have discovered, a continuous process. And what is so beautiful is that it does not stop.
And something that I pray for is that Ithaca never come to me. The journey is beautiful -- for as long as I keep my eyes wide open with my gaze toward the better, always the better.
I am learning.
“Nothing is more practical than finding God, that is, than falling in a love in a quite absolute, final way. What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings, what you will do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude. Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything.”
- Fr. Pedro Arrupe, SJ
My Ithaca has been about allowing God to take me by the hand and lead me where He wants me to be. In what I do, in my teaching, I have found God -- because I know deep in my heart, this is where He wants me to be. I am exactly where God wants me, and I have fallen in love with His will.
This is why I get up every morning. This is my joy. I have fallen in love, I stayed long enough to find out whatever was in store for me, and it has made all the difference in my life.
To faith, hope, and love.
I am no different. More often than not, I just want to go home too, like everyone else. It really can't be denied -- a house to go home to and a bed to crash into are every much desirable at the end of a long day at work.
As I make my way, bumping into the other people doing the same, I constantly have to remind myself that I am coming home from work. Primarily because what I do for almost ten hours in a day does not seem like work. I don't even know what to call it. School, maybe? But definitely not work.
It's not to say that what I do is all fun and games. Yes, there are stressed-out days, and bad hair days, and hell days -- the oh-no-I-want-this-day-to-be-over-with days. But I guess what soars above everything else is that I feel this is where I really belong.
To most of you who know where I am coming from, I guess you aren't really that much surprised. Becoming a teacher is the only thing I have ever wanted since high school graduation. It was pretty much the only thing I hoped for and worked towards. and I guess my being in this reality right now is more than I could ask for.
For the past four years, I have talked on and on about "Ithaca". And I cannot tell you enough how wonderful my journey to Ithaca has been -- how it has given me so much and how it is still giving me so much.
My high school self would probably think that becoming a teacher is Ithaca in itself. Today, I am slowly learning that Ithaca does not stop at this. I marvel at what else it has been giving me. And as I continue in my journey, I feel myself growing. I feel myself learning the ropes, feeling my way through, discovering what I can do, doing something about my faults. Ithaca is, as I have discovered, a continuous process. And what is so beautiful is that it does not stop.
And something that I pray for is that Ithaca never come to me. The journey is beautiful -- for as long as I keep my eyes wide open with my gaze toward the better, always the better.
I am learning.
“Nothing is more practical than finding God, that is, than falling in a love in a quite absolute, final way. What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings, what you will do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude. Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything.”
- Fr. Pedro Arrupe, SJ
My Ithaca has been about allowing God to take me by the hand and lead me where He wants me to be. In what I do, in my teaching, I have found God -- because I know deep in my heart, this is where He wants me to be. I am exactly where God wants me, and I have fallen in love with His will.
This is why I get up every morning. This is my joy. I have fallen in love, I stayed long enough to find out whatever was in store for me, and it has made all the difference in my life.
To faith, hope, and love.
