By Flor Treviño Frey
(MBA Class of 2015, Marketing & Management Major)
I just emerged from three fantastic months of studying abroad and chasing the sun through the southern hemisphere; Santiago, Viña del Mar, Valparaiso, Casablanca Valley, San Pedro de Atacama, Calama, Pichilemu, Buenos Aires, Mendoza, Punta Arenas, Puerto Natales, Torres del Paine, and most recently Tierra del Fuego in Patagonia. Three months of backpacks, buses, zodiacs, and airplanes, warm weather, tank tops and cut off jean shorts, sunblock, flip flops and my handy dandy Panama hat, and now in the span of a few days I’ll fly north where it is March. Winter. It’s a world of snowy white and rain and cold. I had almost forgotten. While I’ve absorbed my sun-filled adventure, where my winter consists of chasing granite peaks and singing glaciers by day and eating ceviche and spit-fired lamb by night with friends new and old, I am reminded that life is more than what makes it through Facebook and Instagram filters.
You see bold colors and beauty, adventures, friendship and greener grasses. But what you don’t see are the weeds; tired eyes and confused expressions, aimless afternoons, questions of what comes next, anxiety, missing home and friends and routine. This is true of being a traveler and incidentally of being a business school student. Brightness of spirit, warmth of community, the burn of challenge and growth; Purpose. It is what binds both of these adventures together.
|Hiking to Torres|
And while life on the open road, in school is good, really good, there are still weeds here. Naively, a part of me thought they’d be gone; once I got into business school, once I landed my dream job, once I was studying abroad. The dream must still be out there then. Somewhere. But the unflattering weeds remind me of the untameable things, the struggles we want to rid ourselves of, and they remind me that they are okay. They are part of what makes up this beautiful landscape. Happiness is not out there. Rather, it can be found here, now, whatever our circumstances. Contingent not on a lack of weeds, but solely on us, on our choice to live amongst the weeds and still choose love and light. Living the dream or living the 9 to 5, or somewhere in between, there will always be weeds. Amidst the majestic oaks, the flowers, the calafate bushes, and the mini apple trees, there are weeds. Ironically, my biggest learning abroad came from outside of the classroom. Where I learned to accept the existence of the trees, the flowers, the green grasses, and yes even the weeds. So for now, let’s continue to chase the sun, wherever it may take us!
|Torres del Paine|