At the Turn of the Tide
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Hepburn has had too many breakfasts at Tiffany's, Connery has played Bond long enough, and LaBeouf would soon be packing his Transformers. And soon, our college days would be just memories of laughter, and homework, and sleepless nights. Of cakes and pretzels enjoyed with friends. Of coffee and hot chocolate sipped between jokes and stories. Of pictures taken on road trips, and random and planned mall trips, and sleepovers. Of shared lunches and cancelled classes, and ice cream cravings almost every other day.
What once was is now not anymore. Chamberlain's hundred-point season is over, Jordan's era has passed, and Nowitzki's name would soon lose its MVP title. And soon, we'd be dancing to a different tune, marching to the familiar notes of the graduation melody, and smiling at the camera as we go down the stairs with our diploma in hand and a vision of what's next on our minds. UP Naming Mahal would be playing in the background, and we would laugh, and some would cry, and promises to keep in touch would pervade the air.
The times are changing, and what has been won't always be. The age of Shakespeare is over, Tolkien has been replaced, and Rowling would soon be just another author. And soon, we'd be reminiscing, and, giggling, and chuckling over our silliness in college, over our rudeness to professors, over how much we judged our schoolmates — the way they dressed, the way they talked, the way they carried themselves, over our complaints about our orgs, our tasks, our responsibilities.
Things change, and though we wish we could hold onto something forever, we know it's impossible because things are meant to move forward, we are meant to move on. That's how things figure, and we have to roll with the times. But you see...I'm getting ahead of myself. Graduation is still many nights away. There are still more movies to be watched, more obscene amounts of ice cream to be consumed, more restaurants to be tried, and still more road trips to be taken.
Though it's nice to look into what may be, it's still better to live today, to forego planning and just enjoy whatever now brings. There are still more pictures to be snapped, more jokes to be delivered, more stories to be shared, more coffee and hot chocolate to be sipped while whiling away time in different coffee shops.
Rizal has gone down in history, Mother Teresa has loved until her last breath, but we still have our lives ahead of us. There's no need to hurry...after all, there are still newly baked pretzels waiting for us in Auntie Anne's and venti frappes where she-who-works-for-us is a part-time barista.
What once was is now not anymore. Chamberlain's hundred-point season is over, Jordan's era has passed, and Nowitzki's name would soon lose its MVP title. And soon, we'd be dancing to a different tune, marching to the familiar notes of the graduation melody, and smiling at the camera as we go down the stairs with our diploma in hand and a vision of what's next on our minds. UP Naming Mahal would be playing in the background, and we would laugh, and some would cry, and promises to keep in touch would pervade the air.
The times are changing, and what has been won't always be. The age of Shakespeare is over, Tolkien has been replaced, and Rowling would soon be just another author. And soon, we'd be reminiscing, and, giggling, and chuckling over our silliness in college, over our rudeness to professors, over how much we judged our schoolmates — the way they dressed, the way they talked, the way they carried themselves, over our complaints about our orgs, our tasks, our responsibilities.
Things change, and though we wish we could hold onto something forever, we know it's impossible because things are meant to move forward, we are meant to move on. That's how things figure, and we have to roll with the times. But you see...I'm getting ahead of myself. Graduation is still many nights away. There are still more movies to be watched, more obscene amounts of ice cream to be consumed, more restaurants to be tried, and still more road trips to be taken.
Though it's nice to look into what may be, it's still better to live today, to forego planning and just enjoy whatever now brings. There are still more pictures to be snapped, more jokes to be delivered, more stories to be shared, more coffee and hot chocolate to be sipped while whiling away time in different coffee shops.
Rizal has gone down in history, Mother Teresa has loved until her last breath, but we still have our lives ahead of us. There's no need to hurry...after all, there are still newly baked pretzels waiting for us in Auntie Anne's and venti frappes where she-who-works-for-us is a part-time barista.
Paola @ 5:53 PM
