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· Studying Under Nobel Winner Edmund Phelps

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· Seeing the Stars at the US OPEN 2006

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· Jessica Agra: Tennis Champ at Fourteen

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· Travelers, We All Are

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· Kamsamida Kim

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· Confused state of MY religion

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· A Leap of Faith

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· Buon Giorno! The Start of a European Adventure

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· Inspired by Leaders, Bill Clinton Included

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· Leaving my Heart in Shanghai

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· On Finding the Right Words to Describe Greece

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· The Chronicle of Human Life

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· The Kiss of Eternity: A Fairytale

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· Til When Do We Continue to Care

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· Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

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· A League of Their Own

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· Dean Rudy Ang: Educating Future Men for Others

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· A Teacher’s Voice

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· Ithaca

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· Nicole Lim: Life at Harvard

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· The Lord of the Rings: Beyond the movie

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· The Sound of Music

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· The Game: Popet Lizardo on Tennis

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· Filipino Wisdom in Foreign Shores

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· Victor Calanog: Flying High

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· Wilson Lee Flores: The Passions of a Writer

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· A Greater Scheme of Things

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· Remembering Our Grandfather

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Jan 1, 1970
Ithaca

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Thursday, January 1, 1970
Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells... It’s December once again. My absolute favorite time of the year, and even saying this is an understatement. I’m a sucker for the entire Christmas hullabaloo. I revel in the loudness of Christmas jingles blasting through speakers everywhere, Christmas lights and décor hanging on streets and villages, Christmas sales and displays in malls, and crazily, even in the holiday rush and traffic. I glow with delight at the quieter moments of gift giving, attending the traditional Misa de Gallo, eating holiday treats such as bibingka, puto bumbong, litson, listening to children’s choirs singing Christmas carols, and of simply being in the company of family and friends.

On top of the Christmas cheer, festivities, and what not, the holiday signals the end of another year. It is the deadline to the fulfillment of our resolutions and the conclusion to many of our plans. It is above all, a time for introspection. Despite misgivings, we cannot help but look back at past moments and ponder if we made it to the good or bad of Father Christmas’ list. Amidst all the smiles and laughter are tears once we assess our lives and find regret over actions and events we unfortunately can no longer take back. But just as Gandalf said, “I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil,” so it rings true in this case. Tears at the end of the year symbolize gratitude and fulfillment as much as they do sorrow.

While we reevaluate our lives and make resolutions for the New Year, our thoughts often lead to one of these paths.

Some may find themselves feeling trapped – caged in a world with walls of which they can no longer remember the origin of existence. They find themselves raring to go, ready for change and new adventures. Their spirits are crushed when they realize that so many hurdles have to be crossed before they go on the grand voyage they have for so long pictured in their minds.

Some have flown the coop, so to speak. They are off to see the world, chasing after lofty ideals. Yet they feel strangely detached, as if the very power that bestowed the wings of freedom upon them somehow clipped their roots along the way. They feel lost and fear that their lives are spinning out of control but at the same time are embarrassed to admit this fact.

Then there are those lucky enough to have found happiness and content. These are the ones who’ve crossed hills and mountains but have discovered their true selves and are living their hearts’ desires. I salute these people, and wish them even more blessings.

The past years have seen have seen me grow and learn, but along the way forget so many things I had been taught when I was young. But there are some genuine pearls of wisdom that have remained with me, and the poem Ithaca by Konstantinos Kavafis is one of them.

I first encountered Ithaca when I was in 4th year high school. I found the poem beautiful when it was first read to me, but the very fact that the poem was an additional assignment needed to be mastered and understood for school somehow diminished its beauty. I’ve lived many a year since then and for some reason I’ve kept the poem with me all this time. I’ve not had many poems that affected me so, but as I grow older, Ithaca seems to sing an even more striking tune with each read. And I owe much thanks to my then English teacher, Ms. Sia for introducing this to me.

Ithaca, or the long way back

Translated from Greek, favorite version of author Paulo Coelho

When you leave for Ithaca,
may your journey be long
and full of adventures and knowledge.
Do not be afraid of Laestrigones, Cyclopes
or furious Poseidon;
you won't come across them on your way
if you don't carry them in your soul,
if your soul does not put them in front of your steps.
I hope your road is long.
May there be many a summer morning,
and may the pleasure of seeing the first ports
bring you great joy.
Try to visit the markets of Phoenicia
and buy the very best.
Go to the cities of Egypt
and learn from a people with so much to teach.
Don't lose sight of Ithaca,
for that's your destination.
But take your time;
better that the journey lasts many a year
and that your boat only drops anchor on the island
when you have grown rich
with what you learned on the way.
Don't expect Ithaca to give you many riches.
Ithaca has already given you a fine voyage;
without Ithaca you would never have parted.
Ithaca gave you everything and can give you no more.
If in the end you think that Ithaca is poor,
don't think that she has cheated you.
Because you have grown wise and lived an intense life,
and that's the meaning of Ithaca.

I have lived twenty-one years on this earth – which for me seems a long time but for others may seem too short to be talking about matters such as these. But to me it seems that experiences lived at a young age are no less meaningful than those lived at other ages. The things I’ve heard, seen and felt – through my own and others’ eyes have had me convinced of the importance of the life-long journey vis a vis the destination.

Have you ever been to a spectacular place and when there spent every waking moment taking photographs in an attempt to capture the moment? Then when you leave the place, regret that you didn’t spend enough time appreciating the jewels that place had to offer? For physical souvenirs are well and good, but memories kept in one’s heart are eventually the most precious of all.

Have you ever left home for a place you for some reason decided you disliked on first sight? And spent every waking moment counting the days til you could go back home to all that is safe and familiar? Then when you leave the place realize that your entire stay there wasn’t so bad after all? Letting go, hard as it may be, is often a crucial factor for moving on to higher places.

As the year ends and you reflect over what you’ve done and what’s yet to be done, don’t be afraid to slow down. Take time out to recall what it is exactly you’re striving for and what made you set out on this path. Rare is a man who sets out on a journey without a purpose. Look closely and you might find that in your busyness, you have unknowingly been driving people away. Loneliness in the midst of so many people around must be one of the worst feelings granted to man. Open your hearts; love and happiness often come at the least expected moments.

I’ve left for Ithaca and the path ahead seems exciting yet daunting. I haven’t fully understood what Ithaca means; I might never will. But as for now, I’ll sit back and enjoy the ride in high hopes that, as in Paulo Coelho’s words, I “experience all that needs to be lived.”