The Present which is the Past..........
A Year That Begins with Headaches, Heresies, and a Stubborn Hope This year does not begin with fireworks. It begins with a headache —specifically, Latin . Declensions, conjugations, dead verbs refusing resurrection. Latin does not ask whether you are interested; it simply assumes discipline. It is the perfect metaphor for this year: submit or suffer . I choose both. This is the year I want to make a new start —not the Instagram kind, not the motivational-poster lie, but the uncomfortable kind. A year of discipline and focus , where hard work overtakes everything else. Not because I am certain, but because uncertainty has failed to stop me . I am ready to do whatever it takes to follow my vocation—to become the one I am called to be. I guess everyone is expected to do the same, but very few actually mean it. There is a strange, burning desire in me to do something no one has done yet . And yet, paradoxically, there is also a desire to be normal , to not always go out, to not alw...