Intentions For My Last Semester.

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Tomorrow, I'll be starting my second (for the year) and final semester in university, which is quite different. I can't believe I have finished four years of university already, and a part of me doesn't want this phase to end because it was beautiful. A little bit rough, challenging and demanding, but there was beauty entwined with it all.

Personally, my favourite part of university is that I was a dedicated learned. Every day was an opportunity to learn something of my choice. I'm not talking about my university courses, it's rather the way learning was incorporated into the structure of my day. I'm a learner at heart; take that away from me and I'll wilt and whither. I've noticed how lifeless I feel when work gets too demanding and there is no chance to learn something new outside of it. I get stuck in an endless circle of monotony.

That's why I'm taking my intentions for the last semester quite seriously. Yes, I believe it will be a miraculous one.



1. Savour every single moment-- My intention is to quit complaining about my weird professors, the amount of work and tedious examination styles. There may be lots of faults, but I won't mind them. This semester was made for me to love every single day, make wonderful memories and work hard with passion and zeal. I want every single lecture to excite me to do some research and study with the eagerness that enlivens me so much. It might be the last time to be subjected to study, and I want to end this phase with a lovely charm.


2. Watch the universe expand-- I'm quoting this from one of my favourite songs by Sleeping At Last, Five. I want to silently explore how the universe would expand with the amount of knowledge I immerse myself into. I no longer wish to be the one talking in the lectures, always there to make a fuss when something isn't clear enough. Quite contrarily, I'd love to just listen. I want to sit by the far corner and just observe thoughts roaming around my head. I want to see my perception grow and twist and turn with every new notion. I intend to be a little bit more calm, more silent and creatively find ways to express what I've learned instead of just talking about it.


3. Prioritise the present moment-- I've always prioritised my work at school up till this year. Still, school work takes most of my time and thought which I no longer want to be involved in. This semester, I'd love to spend more time in university walking around the little campus exploring the flowers and listening to podcasts and audiobooks. I've grown quite tired of working, honestly and it's my choice to deliberately give it a break without really lagging. I'll just simply focus on what's more important-- and it's this experience. The present moment involves my bachelor degree and I'm willing to ace it. I'd love to attain my high grades and excel even further, just to empower my mind.


4. Work on scaffolding my holistic lifestyle-- over the past two years, I was more of a hardcore achiever. I do love this lifestyle, but it doesn't resemble much of who I really am. The real me writes poetry in copybooks, picks flowers and dances in the streets. The real me eats nothing but fruits and vegetables everyday. This Soraya writes about love and dreams and uncertainty. She loves helping. She loves being there. And this Soraya will have time for everything.


5. Learn something new everyday-- I really really need to do this! I know that I get exhausted but there is nothing more beautiful than making time to learn about something different everyday. One of dearest ambitions is to become a polymath, which means one with deep knowledge about various disciplines. Grown ups around me spend all of their time doing what they're responsible to do, but a responsibility of mine is to also nourish my mind and soul, because I'm nothing without this richness. I know this far too well. So, I'm quite excited to return to learning about holistic health, naturopathy, biology and ecology. I will have time, I just know it.


6. Love-- my last semester will be about love. Love for my father, sister, mother, lover, friends, learners, trees and flowers. I will say "I love you" more often because it's worth it, you know? There's nothing more beautiful than declaring love for the universe; it's just a boundless doorway for gratitude. I have love for all of the possibilities that await me, though quite uncertain and unclear. But it will be okay. I won't overthink it. It will be okay with love, for without it, there would only be fear.

So there. This is the life I intend for my last semester, which starts tomorrow. It's yet another opportunity to step into a charming unknown.

Sending you lots of warm wishes!

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