Yeah. It's that time of the semester again. Final exams on several subjects held on consecutive days that feels like coming at you all at once. Anxiety strikes when you have no idea how to set aside a piece of your brain for a particular lesson caused by cramming. *Tsk-tsk* Anyways, here are beautiful words I found in the novel El Filibusterismo, while reviewing for our final exams in a Rizalian subject course. Haha. I can't believe I'm still conscious enough to find, let alone notice treasures hidden in between the lines:
Where are the youth who will consecrate their golden hours, their illusions, and their enthusiasm to the welfare of their native land? Where are the youth who will generously pour out their blood to wash away so much shame, so much crime, so much abomination? Pure and spotless must the victim be that the sacrifice may be acceptable! Where are you, youth, who will embody in yourselves the vigor of life that has left our veins, the purity of ideas that has been contaminated in our brains, the fire of enthusiasm that has been quenched in our hearts! We await you, O youth! Come, for we await you!
x Dr. Jose Rizal, El Filibusterismo