Almost all names have distinct origin so as with my pseudonym "Socrarest". It is composed of two syllables socra and rest. This word was first coined by my classmate when I was still in Philosophy programme. Socra came from the name of a Greek philosopher Socrates. We were hardly detached of Socratic wisdom which says that the unexamined life is not worth living. It was not easy for me to detach from the readings and discussions due to the dedicated teacher that we had, Ma'am M. I was then called "little Montojo" because I was terribly attached to our teacher. It was evident in my account in facebook, blog, and skype. I carried "Montojo" as my last name. Socra symbolizes the other half of my self which is a frustrated philosophy graduate. It was a frustration but later on I realized that in life, you can't be what you really wanted to be. I humbly accept the truth that I am not for philosophy diploma. However, the love for philosophy did not end when I shifted to another programme. It's dormant, like a volcano. After spending a year and a half with my new course in college, unfavorable circumstances take place. I have to stop schooling for one semester. Two months of introspection and I finally decided to grant my mother's request. Being in our home always, I am again acquainted with my books and photocopies of articles that I have during my college days. Boredom ignited me to read articles in philosophy. I was rejuvenated. It's like an oasis amidst the desert. I have life again.
The other part of which is represented by "rest" is a woman who is not meant to stay too long in a particular place and relationship. My heart is wandering. At present, I am still searching for my place under the sun. The insatiable quest for knowledge of all the stuffs that can be known continually drives me to search for a place where I truly belong. It may seems that I do not have plans in life, with all honesty, I agree. I just have a gantt chart, the one that I have used in my research course. No matter how good my 10-point argument is, people around me would never cease to criticize how I handle my life. I do not disregard others' observation but I put premium on what I know about my self. I believe it's more vital than what others think of me. Criticism is only constructive when it is objective.
