It's been a crazy 3 weeks what with the ISM and essays all due consecutively. A constant rush to fight against time and the inexorable call of the sandman. But as planned, adrenaline took over after the first 2 days and tiredness became something you grew numb to. You become a machine, churning out word after word without hesitation. When one paragraph is over, you move to the next. When one page is finished, you start on the next. When one paper is over, you begin the next. Everyday you survive on just 3-4 hours of sleep a day. And loads of caffeine. Amazing how much beating the human body can take at once.
But is it really so...that the human body can take that much abuse?
I think not. Focusing the mind's eye to the not too distant past, I see in my head a movie of everything that transpired for the last 4 years. More vivid were year 2 and honours year. Those were years when I immersed myself in the company of friends whom I knew would remain so forever. Like minded individuals from disparate backgrounds all congregating at this tiny place called AS1. All congregating at this place we call home in one way or another. I smile as I replay this video of the comings and goings of each day in school in my head. I smile because these were the days that I shared with each and everyone of my friends. Where all of them formed an inextricable jigsaw piece of my life. And if any single one were to disappear, a part of me would definitely be lost forever. They infused meaning in my otherwise dour existence. The intellectual highs, the comforting camaraderie, the touching scenes of troubles shared, the boisterous revelry, the forging ahead together when work piles up...all these were but a fraction of the sharing, caring and support that saw me through everything. It's not the physiological but the emotional that saw me through it all. It was not so much force of will as it was the pillars of strength propping me up.
A man is only as strong as the support of the friends he has. And I am glad to say that I am ONE. BLOODY. STRONG. MOTHERFUCKER.
So I guess this is it... My undergraduate life is coming to an end and, with it, so does the well worn path that I've been walking with my friends. It is with a heavy heart and tear filled eyes that I prepare to bid this amazing, amazing life of fortune farewell.
I really don't want to.
But is it really so...that the human body can take that much abuse?
I think not. Focusing the mind's eye to the not too distant past, I see in my head a movie of everything that transpired for the last 4 years. More vivid were year 2 and honours year. Those were years when I immersed myself in the company of friends whom I knew would remain so forever. Like minded individuals from disparate backgrounds all congregating at this tiny place called AS1. All congregating at this place we call home in one way or another. I smile as I replay this video of the comings and goings of each day in school in my head. I smile because these were the days that I shared with each and everyone of my friends. Where all of them formed an inextricable jigsaw piece of my life. And if any single one were to disappear, a part of me would definitely be lost forever. They infused meaning in my otherwise dour existence. The intellectual highs, the comforting camaraderie, the touching scenes of troubles shared, the boisterous revelry, the forging ahead together when work piles up...all these were but a fraction of the sharing, caring and support that saw me through everything. It's not the physiological but the emotional that saw me through it all. It was not so much force of will as it was the pillars of strength propping me up.
A man is only as strong as the support of the friends he has. And I am glad to say that I am ONE. BLOODY. STRONG. MOTHERFUCKER.
So I guess this is it... My undergraduate life is coming to an end and, with it, so does the well worn path that I've been walking with my friends. It is with a heavy heart and tear filled eyes that I prepare to bid this amazing, amazing life of fortune farewell.
I really don't want to.
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