As the year is approaching an end in few days, life has once again shaded in sepia and black and white potraits of the past. Been thinking of things that happened throughout this year. Also, many things so long has passed. People come and go, things done and undone, and everything changes...
Things, people, do not change for the sake of what someone else tell them to, they do not change because one tell them to, or even more because one tell them not to. Everybody has no control in anything other than him/herself. So maybe someone like me should better give up of expecting too much or fearing too much from changes.
People change when they have to. Thus, I am giving up.
Days in Stockholm is ending soon. This is the last week and I am going to get myself to work on this mission impossible. I have a final project due on Wednesday, it is a paper, decent publication paper on nanotechnology for atherosclerosis, and I just started to spell 'atherosclerosis' when I typed this post. Presentation will be on Friday. It seems unmanageable because I need to get another take home examination on Quantum Optics done by Friday, too.
And I am trying to squeeze in a weekend pilgrim to Vastedna this week before leaving on Monday afternoon, 5 hour away from Stockholm. It had been my primary reason to go to Sweden for exchange, because it is the country of St. Bridget, my idol and my patron saint. I have not managed to do a single trip since the last 5 months here. I am a boring person, and troublesome one, too. I don't care. But I really want to have this one.
It all sounds impossible, no? But here is the thing:
God does not need great pathos or great works. He needs greatness of hearts. He cannot calculate with zeroes - Father Alfred Delp
So here I go.
Our Lord knew it all along all the sorrow He must endure when He took His Father's will to become man for our salvation. His mother was there all the time, suffering heartache as painful as possible and she was weeping for her tremendous sorrow.
God let this happen to Himself and His most beloved mother. And now that He let some of my dear friends to share His Passion, may we all see that life is more than its visible distress and loss. No matter how painful it is, the Ultimate Truth seeks to console us when we finally get to meet Him face to face. Mother Mary wept, but she knows exactly that God was not dead, something greater than ever was beneath the sorrows. And so us, too, even with tears draining, we keep this hope within.
May God give you the strength, my friends...