Catching up

Having the opportunity to learn from great teachers is something that I cherish very much nowadays. From teachers that have been the worse I’ve seen in my life, especially in commuting their knowledge, to teachers who are at ease to what they want to say and how to make it reach not only the mind of the student, but the thoughts that go through the student’s brains. Instead of just knowing a piece of information, you tend to think of it, analyze it, draw a picture of it, and come up with conclusions you never thought you’d have in you. A teacher is perfect if he or she has the ability to allow the students to come up with conclusions themselves when thoughts or facts are thrown at them.

Starting with my “Contemporary and Critical Business Thinking” teacher, and ending up with teachers that taught me last summer, I think that now I’m able to base my knowledge on something that’s attainable, something that really leaves me thinking. Choosing what I want was not only the best decision I’ve ever made, but its turning my life into an interesting circle of information, information I always was curious about.

I was walking outside today, and I bumped into my Macroeconomics teacher, one of the teachers that taught me in the summer. I was surprised that he pushed me backwards, making me look downwards to see a smiling face looking at me and nagging about why I don’t come to visit him in his office. I talked to him for a while, and made him a promise that I’ll come visit him in the coming days. I never thought professors remembered their students unless they kept on showing up at their doorsteps, especially the ones teaching a class of 200 to 300 students. When I walked onwards, I started thinking to myself that he has not seen me since the summer and I haven’t, not a single time, visited him in his office. I am glad that I left a mark in his class, and a mark in his mind of a model student, a student I always wanted to be. I know I’m heading in the right direction now, the direction that I wanted.

The best results are always and will always be achieved by people who are curious and motivated about what they’re learning, and I have never been motivated as much as I am nowadays because of the support I get from the people that matter the most to me. Small things tend to motivate a person when he’s leading himself into his dream. Even if big barriers started to appear, these small motivational events would be the torch that lights the path ahead.

Beauty

Beauty comes in many forms. Beauty can lighten your eyes through different planets, through flowers, through colors, through the moon, or through many different things. Although all these different beauties exist, I have never seen beauty in all its forms blend into one thing, in one person, in her. I have seen the sun set a lot of times. I have seen the beauty of the sun setting on the horizon, leaving that beautiful golden color on the sea, yet I forgot that this kind of beauty exists when I saw her beauty, when I saw the beauty that she bestows on me and on many different people other than me every single day.

It might not be logical to have such a beauty, but a person who has seen the world, who has seen beauty mold into different shapes knows exactly how logical it can be when every single thing in the world that has ever been considered beautiful blends into one person, blends into her. Imagine, my reader, let yourself daze off into different dreams, into different thoughts, whatever you can ever come up with as beautiful can never be compared to her beauty. She is something the world has been waiting to see, she is the beauty the world has always wanted.

If I go on, I will never stop. I will never stop describing her beauty because of the million different words or thoughts that I could put together to compare to her beauty. Fortunately, putting together all these beautiful thoughts, all these beautiful dreams, all these different beauties in the world, neither I nor you would be able to ever equal her beauty with your thoughts, neither will you be able to equal the way I see her every single time I think of her. Whatever beauty you can think of, beauty of heart, beauty of mind, beauty of personality, physical beauty, emotional beauty, anything at all, you would be wrong dear reader in ever thinking she was the maximum of these beauties, because she is way better than your thoughts.

My life goes on every single day, and I regret not thinking of her, not being with her, and mostly not doing anything related to her. My mind, my heart, my desires, and mostly my life, all point to her as if she was the magnetic north on a compass, forcing that arrow to always point in its direction. Whatever I do, every single step I take, every single thought in my mind, is worthless if it does not relate to her, or does not include her.

I would never dare myself to part from her; I would never be able to. I have never been so strong, yet never been so weak at the same time, not without her, not without the beauty that lightens up my world like a candle lightens up a dark room. Musicians put together different musical notes to make different songs fit into different contexts; she is the musician in my world, putting together every single thing that has been missing in it, putting together the different puzzle pieces of my mind, forming me, shaping me into a better person, a stronger one, a much happier one.

It’s an honor having you in my life, I will always be thankful for the happiness I feel when I spend any second with you. My beautiful angel, I will always be grateful for the beauty that you bestow on me every single day.