если боишься - не делай, а если делаешь - не бойся.
Today was my last day as an undergraduate student. It was... chill.
It's been four years -- and it's been an entire life. This place has truly become home to me. But now it's almost time to leave it behind and keep going, just like four years ago I left my other home and came here. But unlike four years ago, I have no hard feelings about leaving, and it's certainly not because I love this place any less, oh no. I just know I will see these people again. Or maybe not. It doesn't matter. Wherever I end up, I will always know there's a piece of home anywhere I go, because, even though we will all part ways in twenty days, a net of connections uniting us will remain forever. Unseen, often unspoken, but tight. It will be there, and that's all we need.
I have no hard feelings about leaving, because I will take the memories of this place with me. In vivid pictures filling the treasure chest in the back of my mind, I remember road trips, deep talks until dawn, performances we worked on together, assignments we didn't know how to do, people we liked and people that liked us, trying new things for the first time, lots of mistakes... And tears. I remember being heartbroken and knowing that it was for the best. Piecing my heart together again, but forming a different, more stable shape out of broken pieces. Filling the emptiness in it with new emotions, desires, goals, and connections. I remember becoming someone else.
I have no hard feelings about leaving, because I'm not the person I was four years ago -- close-minded, scared, stuck in the past. Any change is good, as long as you can make it good. Morimi Saki dragging a suitcase in my profile picture here in this blog describes me well: So far, my life has been the one of leaving. But when leaving something behind, it is important not to reject it. Yes, it happened. Yes, you were that person. Yes, some things can never be changed. But you must accept them as they are, accept the you you were at any given point of your life, and accept all the events you've lived as part of your story. Because you're only getting one. And because whatever happened and whatever your priorities were, at some point, it was really important to you.
This place and this time have taught me a lot, and looking back now, I don't regret anything. Because, as my friend keeps repeating every time I want to feel sad, there is no point in regretting.
It has been fun. It has been painful. Scary. Nostalgic. Weird. Uncertain. New. Happy. Interesting. As interesting as it can get. And it's simply time for another chapter now.
I will keep a couple psyche locks in my heart, but the keys to them have been long gone -- along with people who could be interested in breaking them in the first place.
And home... Well. To answer the question, I feel like the whole world is home to me. Or I, myself, am home. Because wherever I go, I feel home. Honestly.
Happy last day of classes to me.
It's been four years -- and it's been an entire life. This place has truly become home to me. But now it's almost time to leave it behind and keep going, just like four years ago I left my other home and came here. But unlike four years ago, I have no hard feelings about leaving, and it's certainly not because I love this place any less, oh no. I just know I will see these people again. Or maybe not. It doesn't matter. Wherever I end up, I will always know there's a piece of home anywhere I go, because, even though we will all part ways in twenty days, a net of connections uniting us will remain forever. Unseen, often unspoken, but tight. It will be there, and that's all we need.
I have no hard feelings about leaving, because I will take the memories of this place with me. In vivid pictures filling the treasure chest in the back of my mind, I remember road trips, deep talks until dawn, performances we worked on together, assignments we didn't know how to do, people we liked and people that liked us, trying new things for the first time, lots of mistakes... And tears. I remember being heartbroken and knowing that it was for the best. Piecing my heart together again, but forming a different, more stable shape out of broken pieces. Filling the emptiness in it with new emotions, desires, goals, and connections. I remember becoming someone else.
I have no hard feelings about leaving, because I'm not the person I was four years ago -- close-minded, scared, stuck in the past. Any change is good, as long as you can make it good. Morimi Saki dragging a suitcase in my profile picture here in this blog describes me well: So far, my life has been the one of leaving. But when leaving something behind, it is important not to reject it. Yes, it happened. Yes, you were that person. Yes, some things can never be changed. But you must accept them as they are, accept the you you were at any given point of your life, and accept all the events you've lived as part of your story. Because you're only getting one. And because whatever happened and whatever your priorities were, at some point, it was really important to you.
This place and this time have taught me a lot, and looking back now, I don't regret anything. Because, as my friend keeps repeating every time I want to feel sad, there is no point in regretting.
It has been fun. It has been painful. Scary. Nostalgic. Weird. Uncertain. New. Happy. Interesting. As interesting as it can get. And it's simply time for another chapter now.
I will keep a couple psyche locks in my heart, but the keys to them have been long gone -- along with people who could be interested in breaking them in the first place.
And home... Well. To answer the question, I feel like the whole world is home to me. Or I, myself, am home. Because wherever I go, I feel home. Honestly.
Happy last day of classes to me.