Worth For Gratitude

 

My class before the 123rd Foundation Day of ISNHS.

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Grade 10 Boys, Mexico. (I'm at the front)

Grade 10 Girls, Lady Gaga. (Gender Pride Equality)

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The school's preparation for it's 123rd foundation day was very effective. We were gathered around the field to practice our dance because it is literally our quarterly thematic or project for the subject Physical Education. I admit, the dance itself was hard because from the fact that I wasn't paying that much attention so does the retention of steps. There's one time where I awkwardly did the wrong move and it seemed to catch their eyes, of course they corrected me, in the harsh way like a military training, unfortunately. There, I realized that how the society rule and dictates their beliefs among genders. We boys were treated like men, almost like we don't have sometimes a feminine gestures or wasn't given the privilege to express ourselves, more like prohibition. 

Nonetheless, I didn't put much care on it because it is truly repetitive, a stigma that should be eradicated from the lives of the people. Back to the topic, the commemoration of the school's foundation day doesn't just purely celebrates the birthday but it gives life again to the ambition of fruitfulness for the children to be nourished, educated, developed, and serve the humankind and for his and her chosen one, the nation, and to put a peaceful allegiance to foreign countries and recognize them as a kin. Thereby, my joining of the highschool day wasn't just for grades, but for the appreciative thankfulness for the mind behind it all.

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The Finale: Aftertaste

Bittersweet Watermelon 

The raw capture of myself, unedited, real.

Chapter 365: The Pin

To be honest, 4th Quarter or so-called the "last" quarter is quite unbeknown because of how fast it seem to end. To me, it was like weeks rather than months, just like this impending summer because the season feels short but it's actually long. Also, I am delighted to finally end my last junior year and to make run again for the next, not entirely. Along the way, the most remarkable learning that was imparted is to make your weakness as your fortress, a defence wall and the source of determination, courage, wit, and steadfastness to envision the countless possibilities that goes by from each tick of a clock. This undoubtedly thought me very well to finally gain some semblance of confidence through life and avoiding to pressed like a sandwich or a hamburger, both have three layers, the buns stop and below, and the filling on the middle. And I have realized that I'm the filling, who kept thinking and acknowledging about their personal opinions that I can't even see nor tell if it makes sense. But for me, I'm glad and thankful for all of it, even when sometimes aren't always your time.

The continuous numbness that I'm battling would be my only nemesis. It may seem one, but one cannot be formed without others as they are various and difficult to specify. It brought me so much terror and distress that almost hindered my goal to achieve the universal truth and the seek of wisdom. Fortunately enough, I  have the experience and I efficiently utilized it as my personal alibi to overcome life's deceitful gift of ignorance. And as a result, how I've come to the sunny steppes to indulge such breathed contentment and happiness.

Thank you to all, Maxwell.

May our paths cross once again in a pinch of happiness.

end.

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The Lamb

An archival photo of me and my fellows from October 6 2023, after class dismissal at the school's library.

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15 Years, Bygone.

There was a young child of not so innocent background, where he thrives from the existence of the calloused and grasping the value of truth. He had surely been subjected to numerous oppressions because of his odd and unappealing characteristics. At first, he desired for anger but at last, he chose to be as calm as the heavens and to seek knowledge and to use it as his lifetime aliby. Everyone along his meadow's path seemed impassive and insensitive. They who were driven by such intensity of selfishness and dreamt eagerly of obtaining the life they never have. To what he had observed, people that lacked on their personal wishes, either by the cruelty of knowing or it just seemed arduous to attain, will act so vain and somewhat ferocious like an animal who was left astray within the wilderness, searching for comfort but since he knows that a bead of hope won't just voluntarily washed by the river, he embraced his nature, his true nature, the act of violence to mask his existential grievances. Nevertheless, humans or simply referred as the people of Earth were no exemption, they are wild, naturally because their an animal. And he was acknowledged by the stink foulness of the human nature, and it is the truth he's been longly yearned.

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15 Years, Agone. 

There he is, the once young child is now serving as a devout reformer of the truth, and that he utterly believes the truth won't be concealed from any materialistic means nor anyone is above all but the truth. Also, he patronize inclusivity that none is above from who is below. Now, he is truly a steward of diplomacy with an unquestionably impartial judgement of all surrounds him and he cannot attain it without his cruel yet rewarding past.

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The Irony Of Man

 Joan of Arc was a young French catholic woman who was condemned to be burnt at the stake because of simply wearing men's clothing and claiming visions from the saints and angels during she led a whole battalion of men to defeat the English, she was later 

canonized as saint.

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As far as I witnessed and therefore believe, through old centuries, women are bounded to conform with the commands of men. There was a notion where men used to defy women, they said it was from the book of God for coercion; "men rule, women obey". This statement was certainly poignant, but not enough to open the minds and heal those who were blinded by this social hierarchical stigmas. But, it is when women themselves thought that they have enough, just look at the image, being framed up for having a loose breast and a fertile vagina but for men's vision they are a subject for sex and obscenity. Now, I can tell that women back then were objected to such impassiveness brought by men in order to denounce their mighty authority.

Fortunately for women, the earth doesn't stop to revolve from its own axis. So does the emergence of contemporary ideologies to harbor women's freedom. It is such a pivotal moment where women saw men as an equal. Thus, women rights flourished within the thickest page of a volume. Rewriting their fates, constructing their concrete and boundless laws, and thereby successfully altering their image from men and a societal reformation, with the gift of acceptance and inclusivity and excluding exclusivity.

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(All contents of this post is based on my personal experiences and views)

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