Chapter III. All the stars are closer

It’s been a hectic first half of the year. The dichotomy between now and the same time last year in pretty much every aspect is challenging to perceive, considering that historically I don’t do well with change. I compensate for that with my solid prophylactic measures and a good plan for any contingencies, which was always my strong suit. 

I have finished the first year of my Biology Science degree. I must say, as much as there was a time when I craved a significant level of aberration (6 years degree seemed a great idea at the time, still is)- I must admit, even though I did remarkably well, but that was hard work. One down, five to go. Factor in a fractured sternum, a house move and other nuances that seem to creep in and chip away at one’s soul- I guess it was a challenge, but I am a resourceful woman; I find a way. 

Let me digress for a bit. From a young age, it has been abundantly clear to me that life is a balance of good and bad. The key is balancing both and hoping that the good outweighs the bad, even if by a whisker. Isomorphic to that, one has to have a deep meaning in life to offset the suffering. Not to the point of rolling over and accepting your fate, but rather taking a good, hard look at the cards we have been given and take full responsibility for how we played them. Progressive sensibility.

Several years ago, I was chatting to my friend, who was at the time plagued by some internal struggles. The issue in question was certainly not my domain of expertise, nor did I know enough about the subject to have an opinion on it. Then my friend concluded: she said every time she finds herself in a difficult situation, she thinks to herself, ‘What would A* do?’ I didn’t show it at the time, but that was of a great importance to me. Actually, it was the most pivotal point of my life. I don’t know if there even is a certain combination of words that could express how much that meant to me. Poetically speaking, like Theia’s impact on Earth.

I met my friend the other day for dinner in a little place called Swanland. It was so lovely to catch up over beautiful food and a cosy atmosphere. I haven’t seen her in over a year. In a passing comment, she repeated that phrase. The premise is that this is what kept and keeps me going, especially when I have no reason to. I have it in my notebook, on my vision board and metaphorically right in front of me, always. What would I do? I would find a way or make one.

A*- me.

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Anastasia Martel

Anastasia Martel

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