❤
"My favourite thing
is to go where
I've never been."
- Diane Arbus
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bittersweet,
it is a peculiar feeling when on one hand, convocation pictures are showing up all over facebook and you see happy faces, graduation gowns and the transition from undergraduate to adult; while on the other hand, over dinner today with the family we were discussing my sister's entering into university, freshmen orientation camps and first impressions, the transition from student to undergraduate.
the extreme polarity of both situations is leaving me with a bittersweet taste in my mouth, only because i'm advancing towards one scenario which i cannot do anything to change otherwise, and i have far trekked many miles from the other situation with all these memories and i cannot go back, as much as i want to.
meeting up with old friends and long-lost friends have always been more than pleasant; but it is startling to realise how much my social circle has shrunk, how some friendships may very well be irreparable, how people really walk in and out of your lives sometimes. you don't notice it at first, but slowly we talk less, we meet less, we eat together less, and soon i'm out of your life. it seems like i don't do much other than lament this fact, but any desire to do anything to cement the friendship always end up in no avail. you need two hands to clap, you need two to tango; and if i'm doing everything and you nothing, then i don't see where we're heading.
so, my friends, to those who still care and to those whom our friendships remain like an anchor despite the growing years, thank you. to those who make an effort, thank you. and to those whom the only thing we have left now are memories and laughter from the yesteryears, still, thank you.
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo