Have you ever reflected on a certain period of your life that felt as if it blitzed past you while you were living? All the time, many situations. I can’t even count the number of times I come home and realize that it feels exactly the same as when I left, and questioned if I ever left at all. Sometimes I feel like I have more time, more days ahead of me to whittle away hours with, but then that time suddenly vaporizes to dying seconds.

I have always felt a deep appreciation towards my family, deeper than any sense of worldly displeasure or pleasure can skim. But I never feel like I would be so remote from them until now. As I was counting down the weeks till I start working, it felt like I had ample time to relax with. Those weeks dwindled to days, and now to mere hours before I leave the place I have grown roots in.

What is ahead of me scares me, because I do not know anything anymore. At least with school, I had a vague idea of how long I would be there, and what I would be doing, and who I would be fraternizing with. I just know that life is running wild ahead of me now, unstructured and without template (perhaps you can argue that the corporate world is a lifeless template of its own). What is going to happen to every sanctuary that I know?

Well no more playing Halo 2 and soccer all day. I’m about to step into the working world, reined in by managers and bridled with mindless roles, suppressed by dull tasks that never end. How sad.