If I had to take a shot in the dark, I would say that the improbability factor of me reopening this blog two years after the last entry was posted is somewhere around 1,000,000,000 to 1 against. Futuristic drives and sperm whales notwithstanding, you have to laugh to yourself when you find that you are exactly in the place where you were certain you wouldn't end up. Obviously, the infinite improbability drive was introduced long ago, but is usually referred to as: LIFE.
I came across this blog accidentally as I rummaged through my old school files. When I entered it (after reactivating it) and read my previous entries, I couldn't help but gawk strangely at the lines I had written and see how I have changed.
So...where am I now...what has changed?
Academically, the path is just beginning, but I never thought I would take the steps that have led me to where I stand today. When I first created this blog, an education in the States seemed like a dream, a fantasy...today, it's a reality. I won't say that it took "blood, toil, tears and sweat" for that would clearly be an exaggeration (God knows I have never stressed over my schoolwork); however, I have accomplished more than I had dreamt of. After going through the IB program and successfully obtaining a bilingual diploma, writing an extended essay, going through the joys of community service and the journey to the inner self that Theory of Knowledge provides, I actually had an academic chance at a scholarship for an American university. Again, even with the grades, it seemed like the impossible dream and I readily prepared for a career at a university in Madrid with a possibly definite future in Spain. However, as things turned out, the economic impossibilities that once were there, vanished in weeks; there was now hope. After sending out applications to 18 American universities, I was accepted into 7 and offered a scholarship at all of those. Now, I'm packing my bags and getting ready to start a new chapter in my life, moving to Boston for the next five years. Who ever said dreams can't come true?
Emotionally, these two years have proven that life never gets boring. Friends have turned into enemies, enemies into friends and both have come and gone as is natural. Nevertheless, as I get ready to embark in my newest adventure, I can't help but look back and notice that it is precisely because I am leaving that I know who I am closest to. I guess you could say that distance and loss are excellent filters when it comes to distinguishing acquaintances from true love, whether it be friendly or otherwise. Sadly though, I fear that, even if I try my hardest at keeping in touch, those who I truly cherished will fall into the same pit of forgetfulness as those who never meant anything. There will be new friends, lovers, and simple acquaintances but...as we go through life, do they all progressively end up in the same place? Are our memories souvenirs of a feeling that once was, or parts of the feeling itself? Whatever the case, I wouldn't change the people I have met, or the moments I have lived in these two years for the world. Heartbreaks and tears have led to laughter and love and I expect the cycle to continue that way.
The reason for this new entry was my attempt to build a time capsule to take with me to Boston, to make sure I never forget; objects and documents which reflect cherished moments: successes, failures and everyone that made those moments precious. Ironically, this blog has served as a time capsule on its own, waiting silently in cyberspace, reminding me today of how I was and what I believed to be important several years ago. Thus, in the same way that I now examine objects, and more importantly thoughts from the past, I would like to make sure that this blog continues, not so much so that it can rise from its ashes, but rather pile up on them and become another milestone on which to comment several years from now.
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