An end of an Era, which seemingly began 15 years ago,
Feels to be yesterday.
Then came today,
A condensed piece of paper, yet historical.
Today marks a thin line between success and regret,
Success for what I attained, friendships that became life long, faces that became a memory, memories which became remnants, personalities I gained, vices I lost,perspectives I came in terms, people that became an anecdote, values and emotions I embraced, yet why is it realise now?
Regret for sidelining opportunities,
For I didn't realise what I had till I didn't.
Weird philosophy, for what I thought was tomorrow is no more, whilst it was ALL THERE; in the present;
Faces whom I thought would etch by memories, remain etched already and are seemingly in the past.
HOW IS IT THAT MY WISH BECAME A PART OF HISTORY?
The books; thought to be a burden; now feels awkward in their absence.
As it is said, people come and go, for it lies in acceptance, that we attain enlightenment,
BUT WHY DO THEY HAVE TO DEPART?
The classroom an abode is now a tangled fabric in the mind, fabric which has neither a beginning nor an end, yet it is history.
Regret, for what I could not convey to my peers what I potentially could given the opportunity.
All that lies is a day, that marks the dusk of our childhood.
Onto the new, yet pulled back by the past.
Must I struggle so much?
Did I not get what I was hoping for ?
Yet there is this heavy unrest over the helplessness of not being able to control fate.
Will a day free me from my regrets?
Or will it eat me away?
A 15 year chapter comes to a close.
What awaits ahead is an incomprehensible future backed by a comprehensible yet incomprehensible past, yet I have never experience the present.
Oh whatever shall this lead to; it is to come.
For now, I feel stabbed in the back by the present and the past just flashed in front, thereby backing the future.
Note
This is just vent of my experiences through schooling years. Of the innumerable experiences I have come to face through schooling I have plentiful regrets on not utilising several opportunities, making friends, and thereby a write up.
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