WHERE DO I SEE MYSELF 5 YEARS FROM NOW?

Five years from now, I’ll be 23 years young at that time, and a spanking new graduate with highest distinction of my Masteral’s Degree in English major in English as a Second Language at the Mindanao University of Science and Technology and currently taking my Doctorate Degree at Xavier University.
In addition, I can envisage myself as one of the tremendous English teacher in the High School Department of my much-loved institution, Christ the King College. At the same time, I am handling basic English subjects in the College Department and handling English major subjects in the impending teachers students, Education program in order for me allocate my proficiency in creating and molding world class and competitive teachers.
Lastly, hopefully, at that time, with God’s grace I am in the process of getting contact with the RVM Congregation for I am about to cross the threshold as one of the sisters, answering God’s call. It is also one way of preparing myself to be the next first-rate School President of Christ the King College.

A very inspiring poem

Beyond Forgetting
by: Rolando A. Carbonell

For a moment I thought I could forget you.
For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart.
I thought the past could no longer haunt me—nor hurt me.
How wrong I was!
For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself.
And you are part of that life.
You are so much a part of me—of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions—that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you.
Many little delights and things remind me of you.
Yes, I came.
And would my pride mock my real feelings?
Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows?
I have wanted to be alone.
I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song...
And yet I remembered.
For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once happy world such as ours?
I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung.
I cannot sing it without you.
The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.
I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness.
Can’t you understand?
Can’t you divine the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you?
Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you?
You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference.
But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart.
How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone?
But, perhaps, you didn’t understand...
Remember, I came because the gnawing loneliness is there and
will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood....until you come to me again.
For you alone can blend the music and memory into one consuming ecstasy.
You alone...