Hello fellow reader and writer,
you are reading that first piece of work of mine about our MOOC in BerkeleyX. As you may see, it is not my starting point with writing since I was playing with words months ago (at least in English, since it is not my first language). Even though I have started with short and brief paragraphs expressing my inner thoughts, I tried to experiment with my style trough short stories, mostly non – fiction stories, just to keep it simple. In a similar mood, my daily life, when it comes to write something in the english language, I prefer again to state my position in a more concise manner, that of business writing. My level in academic writing still needs more time and less excuses to train myself more in depth.
I could only say that I both love and dread writing, mostly because I want to express myself as clear as I can, since something that is in a second language needs more practice. The anticipation that a piece of work of mine could be criticized either postively or in a more negative way, could make feel less comfortable but nothing can be achieved if you do not risk and expose yourself out to the public.
As much I love writing, for sure I need to continue on by improving my personal style and vocabulary, since being a more creative writer could result one day to the first publish of a book written and filled with my own ideas.
Farewell dear friend, see you next week
Have you ever thought about that period of time that you may have found yourself in a tough position, wishing you were lost in a bad dream and somebody is gonna wake you up? And eventually, your wish came true and now, you have almost left every piece of it back to the past.
Until another demanding occasion might knock on you door and a similar scenario could appear on your life cinema, that white screen that displays your most colourful moments
Now take a moment back and think. Did you approach with the appropriate respect and generosity the fact that you survived, sometimes mentally or physically or could be even both affected. Nobody has the strength, the spirit or, being lucky enough, the chances that might have been offered to you. You don’t need only to feel proud at that time but embrace it when it is possible. We, people, usually forget to remind ourselves how we end up where we are, feel generous and learn from our mistakes. Generous about a present we fight voluntarily in order to enjoy now. Ourselves. Don’t forget it.
Well, it’s been almost a week since I came back, having finished with all my duties as a “grown up scientist” in another land full of prosperity. And now, I am lucky enough to enjoy my freedom while my anxiety about “what’s next” tries to overcome. But look where I was a year ago.
One year ago… I didn’t have a clue where I will be, how my life might change, what kind of chances might come on my way. For sure, life never comes with a certain plan, even if you try hard, right? That also makes it beautiful and enjoyble, with its ups and down, smiles and cries, the falls but the stand ups.
One year ago… The use of another language in my daily routine seemed mostly an enterttaining though, but also pretty intensive, I might say. You see, confronting people and making friendly relationships with fellas from a different country than the one you lived in most of your life until now, shall push you forward to your personal growth. Going out, university tasks, programm managing, following different daily habits wasn’t always an easy task. At least, in the beginning.
One year ago… I was a grown up with a childish mind (well hidden at the most) which during this period faced challenges different from the one he was used to.
One year….Here and Now. The sun is shinning bright over another island in Greece.People going around with their luggages, rollers making noises as they are being crawled around the gates. I, having my bags close to my seat, observe the sun shining over the blue of Aegean sea. London is way back this time. This one year has changed me forever and I will keep on getting better day by day.