Letters and Diaries
While I was cleaning my room last week, I found my old diaries and letters from friends that I have kept a long time ago. As soon as I finished the task, I immediately reminisced the old times through reading them once again.
When I read my old high school and college diaries, I just can’t believe how shallow I was before. Most of my entries were about my crushes and frustrations in nursing. I just can’t help but laugh at my teenage years. I also realized that I encountered a lot of heartaches and what makes me proud is that I handled them well. I maybe immature before but at least, I had the courage to face the problems even if they’re too shallow compared with my problems now.
Letters. Oh, I enjoyed reading my friends’ letters. I was just smiling all the time while reading them. I even let TJ to read some of them even though I saw in his eyes how jealous he was of my guy friends’ letters. I told him that I have this college close guy buddy who kept on giving me simple notes to make me smile like “Xyla, smile ka na. Kaya mo yan“, “Xyla, thank you. :)“… We had this “issue” before and our classmates kept on teasing us. And now I realized, maybe he really did like me. Hahaha! Okay, once TJ reads this, he’ll prolly get jealous again.
I also loved reading my highschool adviser’s letters. She told me the things I have to know about love and friendship. I really thank Miss Cruz for that letter. :)
And oh, how could I ever forget my bestfriends’ and closefriends’ letters. I am really glad that in my own little way, I was able to touch their lives. It’s really a nice feeling when a person appreciates you and your good deeds.
From those letters and diaries, it reminded me of who I was before and who I am now. Yes, I got older but age is just a number, right? What matters is that through the years, I can say that I became a better person.
My name is Xyla, a 24-year-old Filipina unemployed registered nurse. I am a freelance writer for a nursing magazine of a review center. I aim to be a nurse leader in the future. With only 12 units left in my Master's Degree (Major in Medical-Surgical Nursing), I am ready to teach nursing students. During my past time, I kill Zombies, plant Cherry Bombs, Marigold and Melon Pult and make cheesy stuff for my boyfriend. I firmly justify that I am not too old for Glee-addiction. I hate prepositions. They make my life complicated.
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