Finally, this dawn has compelled me to write and start a blog. This is something that has always been occupying my mind but never got to start. Much in the same way that for years, I have always wanted to put in a journal all my thoughts, experiences, stories, poems, essays and all that I have been curious about, and all that I have done, is doing and will do.
My existence is one of curiosity and adventure. I am always inquisitive about life in general and its mysteries, its joys and pains, its hues and colors, its bluntness and its mysteries. And one thing that further makes my life interesting is my seemingly sometimes naive and childlike disposition to try the things I am curious about. For indeed, I cannot speak of ideas and things I have not explored or experienced. Stories are always reflections of a part of what we have experienced.
So, why the title? Well, since this blog is a narration of my life, my thoughts, and whatever makes my life meaningful, I decided to use this title because this is a reflection of what I have always stood for and struggled in my life.
My life is a celebration of struggles against prejudice and the testament to the blessings of pursuing dreams upon dreams that no one would have believed we could ever achieved because of the myopia that prejudice, self-pity and lack of wealth could bring to us and to those who surround us.
Harvard is quite known for its elitist and wealthy background. This of course is not unfounded. Simply by going through the rolls of its alumni and their respective backgrounds, one can immediately deduce such label. Yet, if one would have to go beyond the label and the stereotype, he could see that it is far beyond wool sweaters and cufflinks, of pricey loafers and crimson ties. Yes, Harvard could be for non-preppy too.
But this blog is beyond Harvard but more of a story of my blessings that I was able to take the journey to its gates and beyond them. A journey from a destitute life, bereft of wealth, influence and power, I shall bear witness to the possibilities of hopes and dreams and how important they are in finding the fire that shall blaze and light up the path on roads less traveled. And this is a testament to the grace of a Power that makes the universe expand. Of a Power that nurtures and makes dreams real. Of God and the power of faith in believing in God's grace and mercy.
And so I shall write and this blog shall be the first step to the journey of finding my steps forward by remembering the lessons of my past. It is also for the benefit of my children who I hope could find the lessons of history as means of finding happiness in the future.
Life is always beautiful. And no beauty is complete without being shared.
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