
As cliche as it may sound, it is true that endings will eventually lead to new beginnings. A mellow song, a good novel, a long blog post, and even the movie of the year. Endings are everywhere and not just in any form of entertainment. There is also an end to fear, to pain, and to silence.
More than four years ago, I was admitted into the University under the program Organizational Communication. When the results of the exams came out, congratulations can be heard from every turn for a good week. I did not know that accomplishing a simple entrance exam would have rendered such reaction from these people. But I bloomed as well. My ego shoot straight to the roof.
Unfortunately, when the real hard work became an evident daily practice I realized that my ego might have shot straight up, but it got stuck on the roof. I did not know what Orgcom was. When I applied to the University, my first choice was Communication Arts like every body else in my class shared.
Little did I know what kind of transformation I have put myself into. It redefined a lot of words for me, like sleep, social life, time management, logos, photos, videos...
The redefinition brought me around in so much circles that one time I just had to stop and ask myself: is this what I really want?
With one more major subject and thesis completion hindering me from finally holding the title Graduate, I would say that I do want this. The communication field might not have been my first choice, at least not this angle of communication. But as I practice it in the "real world" just before I finish my degree, I got a clearer picture.
Being stuck on the roof was not the best ordeal, but it marked a new beginning--without even knowing it was some kind of an end. But here I am now, with sleep-deprived eye bags and stress-induced hair fall. Despite all that along with the sweat and tears, I love the challenge and the award after.
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