Yes, graduation. It was something we all look forward to, when we are still studying that is. But when the moment comes, we don't really want it. At least i feel it that way. The ceremony itself was just at it means, a ceremony. No more no less. But i could see it meant a great deal to all our parents, they were pretty emotional during and after that. But for me, it was a pretty sad moment.
The mere glimmer of responsibility and endless pressure to work along with its uncertainty and detriment, kinda scares the shit out of me. Yea, so i choose to delay to accept the burden of working and supporting the family for a year and a half by taking a master course. But did i make the right choice? Who ever knows? Maybe i just made things more difficult for myself, but this is what i've choose and i'll stick with it.
After graduation, many path presents itself to us. And as the path diverges, we all take on different roads. I wonder if we will ever cross path again. And if we ever do, how will we all be doing eh?
Looking at the future through a sandglass.
