Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Level Cleared

And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.

Our block, E2012, had its last block inuman last night. Of course it doesn’t mean that we’ll never get together again and drink until we’re wasted in the future, but it is some sort of a farewell thing for those who will be going off to hermitage a.k.a. bar review. Yes, they graduated, some with honors, from the UP College of Law.
I don’t know if it was just the alcohol, but seeing them after graduation made me go senti and scenes from the past five years flashed before my eyes. Mike and Jan, who left law school in first year, were present, and I’m happy that they are happy with the lives they chose to lead after their brief stay in Malcolm.
My blockmates have reaped the fruits of their labor, after five (or more, di ba Jop?) long years of physical suffering, mental anguish, fright, serious anxiety, besmirched reputation, wounded feelings, moral shock, and social humiliation. I’m proud of them, but I can’t help but feel a tinge of sadness because it means I will no longer run into them in the library, student lounge, canteen and the halls of Malcolm. Shucks, ang emo ko. Good luck, my dear blockmates. Level up na kayo. I know you will conquer the bar. Meanwhile, I will have to deal with another Bar. 
In fairness, hindi ako nalasing. But seriously, these are the people who have endured learning the law in the grand manner, the future luminaries of the Philippine legal system. Choz.
To keep myself from being overly sappy, here’s a poem from Hermann Hesse about farewells, acceptance, and new beginnings.
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.

The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slave of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.

Huling hirit. Ang block video na ginawa namin ni Tin L. last year, for more nostalgia.

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