Vale Subtilis

The sun rises, the sun sets. The sun cannot rise eternally nor as the sun should not set as long. As well as the stars--the stars remain visible only at night, when the omnipotent light is absent. We have been the stars in the labyrinth of our academia. We have been shining our lights amid the dark of that labyrinth. The rays of some stars seem blinding, to the point where the light of others become unseen. Other stars, they appear isolated from the rest, when in fact there had been stars near them in the very beginning, but where have they been?

I could scarcely recall the confusion from more than a decade ago upon entering a room with other humans of the same vulnerable, innocent, little age; somehow I could remember even hinting the confusion in these innocent, youthful faces. Nonetheless, we all stood there ... unsure ... differentiated ... dazzled ... confused. However it took more than a decade to bring us to an epiphany that we'll be facing the same situation again: the unanimous state of confusion; where we are all novices; where every one has, or at least, will have a cup of tea. 

But the sun is nigh. This night is coming to an end. The omnipotent light shall burst its rays once more, and overtake the lights of our stars. However she will set herself again. She shall hide her rays that our rays may shine forth. And by then, the stars in our souls will have shun brighter than they have ever shun before. And chérie, I definitely yearn for ours to conjoin~