Worthwhile...

Time is running out, well for us at least. Time who we took for granted, time who always bring change, time who we didn't notice to the point of losing the very things we've loved.

Graduation is in 61 days, but when we talk about graduation, we don't really talk about just graduating from high school. When we talk about graduation its about leaving a big chunk of our life to move on the unseen path before us. When you are assembled outside the graduation hall, you gather and remember all the memories you've spend with this people around you. You gather with them, celebrated with them, cried with them and was there with them. Now, every single person is called you see before taking a seat. When your name is called and you walk down the aisle, you remember the points in your life that you walked past to. You remember when you walk with your friends, you remember when you take walking with them for granted, you remember the people around you, looking to you as if you're a weird creature. When you sit down, and the program starts, you see your whole High School Life before you, not juts your high school life, but your friends there with you. Oh sure there are speakers, there are program presentations, but you don't care about them, some can't even notice them. It's just because you see your life as a program. There were times that peopled told you what to do, there were times that you expressed yourself freely, there were times of "TECHNICAL" problems, there were times that you laughed together with the people you love...

As the program comes to a close, you are called to the stage, to take a piece of paper, a piece of paper that determines who you are and where you came from. This piece of paper, I consider it worthless

worthless because its just paper, worthless compared to what you are going to leave behind, worthless compared to what lies in the future...This paper is not the proof that you survived and learned in High school. No, this paper is just a symbol...

The real proof is your friends, the real evidence are the memories, and the price is leaving them...To move on, is to leave some behind. We can't keep holding on to the same dreams, dreams are meant to be fulfilled and not lived upon.

As you go down, a tear falls from your eyes...as you look towards your classmates, your schoolmates, your teachers, your parents...


your friends....

wishing you could've treasured them more
wishing that you could've talked to them more
wishing that you've spend more time with them

wishing, things that came to past....

make everything worthwhile, treasure every moment, grow up and let go of childish things...

so that when you take off your hat and throw it in the air...


you could sit down, close your eyes and say...



we did it...:)

it was worthwhile...


kDabs
servant

March 10, 2010
7:36 PM