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Anamnesis |
| Written by roseann ramirez | |
| Saturday, 29 March 2008 | |
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Share it:      Anamnesis By: Mary Roseann Ramirez (This is actually a prologue for our Batch Yearbook.)
The curtains are coming down on yet another play, Another plot has unraveled through the year's every day. The days passed by fast, and are passing faster, it seems, A future on the not-so-distant horizon gleams. Now we are standing at a threshold, we are at a sojourn; Though this is transience there is nothing to mourn; This is not the end of the road; this is not the conclusion, This is the beginning of yet another expedition... But we will not ride Galleons; we will not carry blades-- We are not conquistadors of antediluvian escapades. Magellan, Columbus, Pizarro-- they faced rough seas; We, the graduates, are facing fiery, harsh realities. We do not face seasickness or pirates that swagger, We face travails and a different sort of danger. Dangers of intellect and, one might argue, of the heart, Dangers of the choices within this new start. But the future is not dreary, au contraire, it is bright; Tarnished only by the inner fear and fright. The future will not always be what we want it to be, But it is a choice, one we must make undauntedly. We like to think of the future as a distant event, An event where the results of our dreams are evident... But the future is not limited to the far years and after, The future begins with the present-- the rest of forever. Wherever we're going from where we are today, Is a part of our long and winding yesterday. The laughter, the tears, the joy and the pain, In our hearts, minds and souls they'll always remain: The days we spent studying, learning, and/or cramming, The times we hung out and spent daydreaming, The pictures we took and the lessons we learned, The friends we made and the grades we earned; The mistakes we committed and the fights we got into, The songs we sung and the days we breezed through; The games we played and the books we read, The things we did and the words we never said; The pain we kept in and the silent screams, The joyous days and the fulfilled dreams; The thoughts and deeds we've reaped and sown, The frolic with l'inconnu, the unknown; The sleepless nights and the really tiring days, The occasional, uninhibited, audacious forays; The hindrances, the problems, the inhibitions, The customary quintessential predilections; The interests we had, the places we've been to, The things we did and the people we knew; The way we lived through every single minute, The ardent anamnesis that is truly infinite... Now here is a look at the years we had, our very own legacy, An anthology of memories that will transcend infinity.
Copyright 2008 mary roseann ramirez |
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