It was a Tuesday evening and I just got off the phone with Destiny.
‘Wow! You really are friends with Destiny?’ you’re probably wondering.
Actually, I am. At this moment I am friends with Destiny. Let me tell you a thing or two about her.
Destiny is a bit bipolar. Sometimes she is the embodiment of joy, other times she can be a bit dull or even a bitch (which is probably a family characteristic, being second cousin to my eternal foe, Karma, and all). As you can see, she likes to keep things in the right balance.
Destiny is unreliable, she truly is full of surprises. Destiny likes to live by the day, turning a different path when you least expect it. Yesterday we were ploughing through the mud, today she led me across a grinded road. That’s what I like about her, too; always on the road.
I remember the day we met as if it was yesterday. It was the twelfth of January, 2012, a fresh, clear Saturday. I spent the day in Utrecht, at the open day of UWC, to which hundreds of children and parents came to learn about. It was an important day, a day which I shan’t forget in years. I learned about the organization, its aim, its people, and I met a lot of them. One spirit in particular seemed to stick to me, her presence was everywhere in the air around me, she was easily noticed among all the other youths like me: unsure, curious, carefully touching an intangible concept of which they somehow knew it was special.
Now I won’t say that I “just felt it” or that I “knew this was the place for me”. Neither will I mention that I “had this gut-feeling pushing through the walls of simple logic, taking over my thoughts entirely”, just because it sounds so awfully cheesy as if I landed somewhere in the middle of a low-budget Hollywood film.
I will only say that I shred my timidity and got acquainted with the spirit that was comfortably waiting for someone to shake both her hands. And I did.
And that’s the beginning of a tempestuous friendship between Destiny and me. She’s a real punch, a sting, a pain in the ass, but always daring one to go further.
I met her just twice, the second time being the 18th of June. It was the overwhelming day of the scholarship award ceremony. As we danced, sang, acted and performed in front of an audience (among which the King of the Netherlands, many international ambassadors, sponsors and UWC-alumni), she was there, too, and this time I knew I was not the only one that felt it, especially when we orderly walked up to our places in the Peace Palace under an immense applause. It was a day never to forget. And even though that’s all behind me now, there are days never to forget ahead, so I expect to hear from her in the future.
Want to meet Destiny in person? Check out the open day of UWC on January the fourth, 2014 – in Utrecht. She always hangs about that place around that time of the year.