I'll start my last year of undergrad soon. How paradoxical: COMMENCING the FINAL YEAR!!!
It's a weird feeling. As exciting as it must seem, it's sort of nostalgic.
As I walk through the campus, building by building, hallway by hallway, room by room ... every moment of my memories passes me by, so live as if the whole thing was simply a long dream I just woke up from.
I guess I grew up in some sense. So many mistakes I made ... so many dependencies I overcame ... A growth a bit overpriced. I sometimes look back and wish I'd acted differently in some cases. Wish I'd took more seriously the opportunities I came across. Wish I hadn't let my inner thoughts back me down. Wish I wasn't affected by all that was going on around me ...
The question now is ... did I actually learn anything, and if I did, why am I still sitting here, criticizing myself for how I lived or (not lived)?
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