Pieces of Wisdom for a Meaningful Journey

   Taking a trip down memory lane to my 12-year-old self brings a mix of emotions, and I can't help but feel a bit teary-eyed. Back in 7th grade, I was constantly caught up in overthinking the journey that awaited me in junior high school, questioning my own abilities and whether I could navigate the challenges that lay ahead. The onset of the pandemic added another layer of complexity, as I found myself wrestling with a newfound sense of laziness and struggling to keep up with the demands of academics.

    Despite these hurdles, I pressed on, determined to give my best effort in the face of adversity. The announcement of mandatory face-to-face classes when I was in 8th grade brought a glimmer of joy, a prospect of a more interactive and engaging learning experience. Stepping through the doors of Ilocos Sur National High School, I was filled with anticipation, eagerly looking forward to forming new connections and friendships.

    However, reality proved to be a departure from my expectations. Those initial days were marked by a poignant sense of loneliness. While well-intentioned peers attempted to strike up conversations, my shyness proved to be a formidable barrier, leaving me struggling to express myself and hindering the formation of the connections I so desperately desired.

    After the tough time in 8th grade, 9th grade began. On the first day, my shyness took over, worrying that I wouldn't find anyone to connect with. I spent the first and second quarters with a different group of friends, but when the third quarter arrived, I finally found my current circle of friends. They've been by my side since then, and they are still with me as I enter 10th grade, I feel grateful for these friends who made me feel comfortable. In a world that can be chaotic, having friends like them brings me strength and comfort. Looking back on our journey, I value each one of them. Their presence is a continual gift in my life, and I sincerely want to thank them for that.

    To my Mom and Dad, whose unwavering dedication and sacrifices have sculpted the very foundation of our family. Witnessing their relentless commitment to our well-being and the value they place on education has profoundly impacted my perspective. Every milestone I achieve, every success I celebrate, is not solely mine but a collective triumph for our family. Their sacrifices, unwavering encouragement, and the sense of unity they foster within our family have become the bedrock of my educational journey. I feel immense gratitude for having both of them in my life.

    And to my special someone, Mariel Nicole, who has been my pillar of strength since the beginning of the school year. She witnessed my challenges and provided comfort during moments when I felt overwhelmed and on the brink of giving up.

Her love adds the most vibrant hue to the kaleidoscope of my emotions, creating a canvas of warmth and resonance in my life. Her understanding serves as a sanctuary, a sacred space where I find solace and acceptance, a refuge from the chaotic noise of the world. I am profoundly thankful for her, and I believe that gratitude reaches beyond measure.

"Malayo pa, pero malayo na." To my 12-year-old self who doubted whether we could make it through junior high school, I am delighted to share the news that we are on the verge of reaching the finish line.

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