The journey commenced two years ago. A new life, indeed. I left with no words for him though I yearned to talk to him. Yes, I sinned. Reconciliation was done. But I was proud--proud being part of the institution. Lessons were learned for future endeavors. However, I still hope to talk to him for I really don't know what he felt when I did something wrong and behaved unbecomingly. I need to talk to him for he is also leaving. I dream. I will.
I went home. With me had been the passion of the self for others still burning.
I still wanted to teach. My mentors wanted me to teach. I said yes thinking the chance to give back to my Alma Mater the learning I received and nurtured which brought me up to where I am. But the administrators said no. To my disappointment, I insisted and I offered my service for free. Still they said no.
The self revolutionized. It thought of a way to defeat its slavery. He enrolled as an irregular student in humility to be a mentor in disguise.
I dropped all my subjects and left unsatisfied. The self was longing to share itself with satisfaction to others. He was looking for such satisfaction to know itself fully.
The mission of the self is to share itself to others to attain the vision: to know the whole self and move on. The self was lost and became unknowable because of the blur experience two years ago.
Was a seminarian for six years and summoned in front of a bishop and presbyterium for writing a 'revolutionary' position paper.
A philosopher. A dreamer.
A seminary college instructor for a year. An ordinary college instructor for two and a half years. Became a student, a mentor in disguise. Turned call center agent for almost two years.
Now, an environmentalist. Staunch defender of an ice-age island. An activist. A local journalist. A businessman.