Signs

When I got into the Ateneo, I was not really slotted for the Management Engineering program. In truth (and I may sound like a nerd when I say this), I was accepted into the Mathematics program which for some reason was, then, my first choice. Having heard of good things about ME, I thought of shifting a few days before actual registration; but, I had doubts. I asked for a sign. I prayed for a sign. A white rose... and I got it in a dream.

Sounds "Serendipity"-ish, searching for signs I mean. It reminds me of the Hansel and Gretel story. They followed the pebbled trail and ended up finding their way home. In our case, we follow signs to a path that we hope would lead us to the culmination of our personal journeys. For kids my age, the search for the "way home" mostly likely translates to the search for the right person and that real connection. It just is the next logical step in this growing up process.

To some extent, I believe in pursuing signs. I trust that the universe conspires to bring us where we are supposed to be. Maybe it is the romantic in me who believes that some things are pre-destined... that life will unfold in a grandeur way... and that there is beauty in following a mysterious sign and eventually discovering its meaning.

The realists would probably think that all this is a myth, that signs are non-essentials and that destiny is what we make up along the way. I honestly cannot fully understand this school of thought... and so I guess I will just stick with mine.

With hope of eventually finding my way "home", I will continue to follow the pebbles and the white roses.