Humanism within me: A small corner in my heart

Actually, there's no particular reason why I chose March as the main backdrop to paint this picture of the Faculty of Humanities. Someone once said, "Just love, just love." That's it. We can offer countless explanations for loving someone, but ultimately, after all the reasons, it all boils down to one word: "love"—an emotion difficult to define but more intense than anything else. So, let's blame March for its awkwardness, its shyness, its lingering charm, and give me a reason to write about the corner of my heart called the Faculty of Humanities.

I've traveled extensively, at the age of 20, yearning to see the sky, always bathed in golden sunshine and blue clouds, with wide, windswept roads stretching as far as the eye can see. My small eyes have captured the proud, yet coldly indifferent, straight lines and sharp angles of an electronics and technology school; I've felt myself melting as I inhaled deeply the earthy scent of plants and trees beneath the lush green paths of a suburban school… But nowhere else have I found such a strange sense of tranquility and peace as within the gates of the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities. Someone told me how gentle I am in the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities, so much so that they fear even a light step or a burst of laughter might shatter the silent mist that envelops the place, causing them to hesitate and tiptoe. I only responded with a very soft smile. For nearly two-thirds of a decade, the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities has embraced the profound and insightful spirit of the foundational sciences that have shaped society and the character of countless people in Vietnam. The Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities has taken a unique and different path to preserve, safeguard, and revive ancient cultural values ​​and the beauty of human life that are being seized upon by the calculations, rivalries, and struggles of the outside world. I admire the way the students of the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities calmly and gently walk with their old, faded books in their hands. Even their simple, somewhat plain attire makes me feel a sense of closeness and familiarity. And especially, I love the smiles of the students of the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities—so pure and approachable. I prefer to simply call my school, the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities, by the two words "Humanities." It encapsulates everything that is most characteristic and unique to this institution. And every time I utter those two simple, little words, it's like I'm calling out to my own beloved.

Some people tell me that the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities is beautiful but lacks the dynamism, the vibrant energy of other schools. But after all the storms of life, isn't peace the most important thing in the end? For me, leaving behind the dust outside the gates of this school named after the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities, stopping by a stone bench weathered by sun and rain, closing my eyes, listening to time whisper through the tiny phoenix tree leaves falling gently on my shoulders like a soothing caress from a soul long past, pouring a faint warmth into my heart, dispelling the weariness and struggles of daily life—that is happiness enough. In the quiet ebb and flow of life, the lifeblood continues to flow, connecting and nurturing generations of students born from this school, so that every day, every hour, those young hearts bring their love for the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities to every piece of this vast world. Because love given is love that lives on.