Friday, November 04, 2005
fare you well.
and so with much pomp and ceremony, secondary school life comes to a close. the race is over even though it seems to have just begun. we're all school-less now, jumped off one ship in another with just vague directions as to where to go from here. we look back and see everything just fade into the early morning fog - for it is true, what we face is only the early stages of our lives - hoping that there will still be something left when and if we choose to sail back to reminisce. but what's past is past, and we'll never be able to go aboard again, to re-live the days which we spent on the decks of that ship, sheltered from storms, sailing towards a new horizon.
it's been a great four years, for all it seemed as though it were just four heartbeats. each beat so full of the good times, the bad times, the challenges, the victories and the defeats, the successes and the regrets. oh, the regrets. but we can't turn back the pages of time, no more than we can recover water spilled into the sea, or sand poured out onto the beach. the most important is to really know what went wrong, and set your sails so that such problems will never trouble us again. what went wrong should not be dwelt upon, but must never be forgotten.
but why should i feel such sadness at the closing of this chapter, at the end of this page, where all words have run out and there leaves nothing to do but to turn to a new, fresh sheet? a fresh sheet, free of blemishes, all ready to document the next chapter of my life, the next phase in my journey towards the distant and unknown destination. what will i choose to fill it with now? where will this chapter lead me? to a happy ending? or will it end in a cliffhanger, with danger all around?
the four years in RI have been wonderful, with a great crew to guide me along, friends who shared everything with me, who cared for me, whom i often let down but who never give up on me. it's been great knowing all you guys, and i hope that we'll end up together again after our long vacation. secondary school life has ended. what will the future bring?
stained with coffee at 11:19 PM
