The semester close begins innocently enough just about a month before it actually begins. You don't realise much, until the time suddenly starts crunching down on you from all directions. You get all nervous and worried, and wonder if you'll be able to do all that you need to do, or is it going to be some terrible thing that you will end up being burnt from all directions. At the very least, you know that you have survived thus far, and thus have some semblance of perspective of the whole issue. Yet at the back of your mind, you are still worried about all matters big and small, and wonder if you will magically be able to pull through or not.
And then within a blink of an eye, the end of semester is gone, along with the finals and everything else, and you wonder to yourself if it all had been a dream. You blink your eyes, then rub them to clean out the gunk, and then pinch yourself. Feeling the pain of the pinch and the somewhat refreshing feel of your eyes from the rubbing and blinking, you realise that all that you had been through was real. You then reflect upon what has been done, and wonder if you had lived a life that is worth living.
Winter would have arrived, and as the snow flakes fall gently all over the lawn, with you inside your cozy dorm room, staring out into space as everyone else has gone home for the winter break, you wonder, do butterflies have feelings...
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