25 (bente singko/twenty five/veinte cinco)
Films fascinate me, especially sound and lighting. Moreover, the build up of unpredictable and predictable scenes always makes me wonder how the creative genius finished or at least limited that thought process in 120 minutes or less. When I turned 18, I thought I already had my life figured out. I was already making family plans with my boyfriend at that time, applied to a film school in California to chase my dreams of being a filmmaker, after university graduation. Fast forward, I graduated before turning 20 yrs old then my predictable plans started to get wiped out (thank God!). Fast forward, I worked with an international music festival, community partnerships group of a telecommuncations company then 2 years as an instructor in a public university. Now, I just turned 25 in a spanish-speaking country, my fourth job after the university.
I like organizing something for a friend`s birthday, but it makes me uncomfortable and on the spotlight when people do something for me on my birthday. I am not used to celebrating it, to put it precisely. But this time it was different. The celebration started on the night of the 5th with a group of German volunteers and uruguayos. It was supposed to be grill night, but most of us were lazy to do so, it turned to be pasta night. We were singing while some friends played the guitar, then 5 minutes before the 6th they sang the universal happy birthday song in spanish with the letters of “happy birthday” as candles. Two german friends of mine also made a chocolate pudding with two more candles as my birthday cake. It was really heartwarming. 1st celebration done. Come the actual day of my birthday, I had to go to work. Before so, a friend from the US, an uruguaya together with Ruth and Diego, a retired pastor and his wife, set a feast for my 2nd celebration. It was their usual “día de pescado” (fish dish day) due to the weekly farmer`s market near their house. Ruth made a mixed spice cake for me, while Paola (the uruguaya) made flaglets of Uruguay & the Philippines, the cake looked so spectacular & was really tasty. The same day, after my jiu jitsu class, I had another celebration with uruguayan and a german friend. My friends know how practical I am. I really asked them, if they were planning to give me a gift, make sure it is something I need, not something I just want. And they did so, I was so happy to read the gifts notes with the names of my friends from different circles. I even got embarassed by the custom of opening gifts right away in front of the person who gave it to you. I felt like a child trying to sing in public for the first time, I felt so vulnerable. This time we grilled meat & sausages before the cake arrived. I was so happy also because 2 of my compañeros from jiu jitsu were able to come. My 3rd cake was baked by my german housemate. I think it was orange moist cake, my kind of flavor. I almost cried while hugging her goodbye, because that was the last time we’ll see each other for now. The 4th birthday cake was during my work on Thursdays. One of the uruguayan volunteer even bought sparklers or sparkling candle (I have no idea how to name it) for the cake bought by my supervisor’s wife. The 5th and last birthday cake was baked by one of my compañeras in jiu jitsu, it was also after jiu jitsu class. Luckily, I got accidentally kicked that night, I cried because it was so painful and left a bump on my head. Then, this chef compañera of mine called me as she revealed a moist chocolate cake with a green candle, and they started singing happy birthday in spanish. Of course, I cried not because the bump on my head was still painful but for the extravagant & generous gesture they were willing to make for me. I never had so much cake blowing chances before this quarter life birthday of mine.
I ran out of words. I was stuck with “gracias” and “lagrimas en mis ojos”…lagrimas de gozo (thank you and tears of joy. How many times have we experienced the lack of words, whether because of sorrow or joy, fear or courage, hate or love? How many times we wanted to retreat in times of vulnerability and embarassment? Will you agree with me if I say that this is the simplest proof of pride or fear?
I love how this version clarifies something “And we are also happy with the troubles we have. Why are we happy with troubles? because we know that these troubles make us more patient. And this patience is proof that we are strong. And this proof gives us hope.” Romans 5:3-4, ERV. Though it seemed like a petty thing for others, the feeling of being exposed, vulnerability or embarassment is still a difficult stream to row your boat on. One would rather evade being in this boat or escape and go back to the safe shore, dock the boat. I am happy. Not because I am 25 now and traveling to my hearts content; but because I found home in the most unexpected places and people. Just like an annoying twist in a film, that point when you’re about to cry then in a snap, the “cruel” director changes the trajectory. I am happy because I am free, I can say it with my head held high. I am continuously in the process of freeing myself from expectations, society’s standards & people’s acceptance. Impossible right? no, only by the grace of the Lord. I am happy because I can seriously attest that my God is alive and moving within my life. Through the process of my personal plans being replaced by the Lord’s, I learned about patience and trust. I learned that logically that while learning a lesson, a student does not know yet if it will be applicable in real life. This person will only know the veracity or falsity of what he or she studied after finishing the course and securing an active place where he or she can apply or not apply it.
In the same manner, I am grateful for how the “troubles” that I never liked to face brought me where I am at right now. The first quarter of my life has been a roller coaster ride, a wavy ocean with the same rhythm, and a musical masterpiece in the making. The tests of faith, the refining fire of obedience & aiming for Christlikeness has been a constant challenge that I never imagined can take me to greater heights, if I keep on pressing. It’s like that junior or senior student in college, who is dreading the initial writing of a thesis during his or her last few semesters in the university. 25 years and here I am on the road to acceptance that people indeed come and go; like that second lead in the movie who died or should leave to make way for the protagonist to grow or chase his or her own dream. There were days I feel so old and there are also days that I feel so young, I wish I am older so I already know what to do. Like the 5 cakes for my 25th birthday, I am reminded about the beauty of friendship and how one can be willing to do something for a friend, even if it costs him or her hardwork or some tangible form of it. Like the anticipation for the 6th day of June with younger friends, ironically, I remembered how heartwrecking it was to wait for the death of a friend, intensified by the fact that you know it’s day & time; how you wanted for that day not to come because you don’t really like it and the certainty that you cannot do anything to prevent it. This past year before this 6th day of June, there were days that I just wanted to tap out and go back to that personal dream, but then it’s somewhat no longer possible because that’s not me anymore, that’s not how small my view is anymore. As unorganized as this post is, I guess that’s the best way to describe this new season of mine right now. But still, I am grateful.