Every day feels like it was just passing by, just to say that we’re living and moving on. It feels like time has been accelerating at a constant rate, but no one else seems to pay enough attention to even notice it. Three years ago, I never thought that I’d end up meeting more people this way. And by this way, I mean, transferring schools. When I was a freshman, I thought that I already knew what my life in high school would be, but I was totally wrong. Being a freshman was great, like you’re on top of the world and you got to know every perk that came with it. From a blink of an eye, I stand corrected. After my second year, I went from semi-rural to urban and from knowing familiar faces to meeting new ones. Drama is a cliché with those kinds of situations, but I don’t really remember anything relating to that. I wasn’t able to get the chance to tell those soon-to-be old colleagues, acquaintances, friends and classmates about the “Big Move”. Again time went and simply carried me along its waves to a different “dimension”.
Being able to literally move from one place to another, I got to experience new things with new people and go to further places. I got to remember the fact that change is constant, and usually, it’s for the better. I got to view the world in a wider view, a more and different perspective, from a clearer vantage point. I got to think of life as like a never-ending game of chess. You have opponents, you have pieces, you encounter sticky situations, and one piece or move can make a difference. You just have to choose what you really have to lose and what you need to do, to avoid losing. And well, adding high school, for me just means, that sometimes, games end, but in order to get that winning streak, we must move and make a difference. With high school ending, I don’t find it to be a choice, I find it to be, more of a pathway. If life is like chess, then high school life for me is another move to success. Time matters. What high school taught me was that, don’t let time control you, because if you did, you might be losing more pieces of the game than you thought you already did.
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