There is about a month left of the semester. I never imagined time could move in so many different speeds.
As I sit here, pondering about where the time has gone (and not at all procrastinating on studying), I feel relieved. Strangely, that wasn't the feeling I expected. I was thinking more along the lines of panic, sad, frustrated, confused, or utterly devastated. The things that have happened, the people we have lost, the tests we have failed (hah), and all the things that could possibly make me feel less than sure are just... gone.
I guess time really does heal all wounds. The scars are there and I'll rub them from time to time, all the while thinking about what put it there. But they have healed, so there is no more pain.
Not sure who the original author of this quote is, but it was touching.
Life is an adventure on a really long road. During that adventure you will win great victories and face terrible loss. However, during that adventure you are going to share the road with many amazing people. But some of those people might be on that road longer than you, or get off the road long before you do. The only thing that you can do is remember the times that you shared the road with those special people and hold those memories tight. For as long as you hold those memories tight it’s as if they never left the road and are still by your side.
I'm the kind of person who likes to dwell on memories. For years I tried so tediously to document every detail of every single day of my life. The I wondered, "do I ever return to those moments?" I can't say I've never gone back to look, but that was never the point. Those things are there "just in case." Honestly, I can't bear to look back at all those stupid things I used to worry about. Why didn't anyone tell me I was being so dumb? Why didn't anyone STOP me from being like that?
Like this post for example. I can't wait to never read it again.
My dear friend, I can tell you were a pleasant memory to many people. I hope one day I can be too.
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