Tonight, it came into my room without warning, without mercy. I thought it was something I have been able to abandon, diminish, forget long long ago. But it's here - evident more than ever. I tried escaping yet it immensely strong and there was nothing left to do but cry.
I'm sorry if I'm opening a disconnected issue now. My intellect doesn't work very well these days. I've been in three reports yesterday (One defense for a research proposal, One group report for my Afroasian class about the text "In the Grove" by Ryunosuke Akutagawa, and one group report for my Field Study) and One defense again today for my Language Curriculum class. There are 5 more minor papers to do, 2 more major papers. One report in Political Science and one final exam in Assessment of learning (that includes Statistics. /wrist). So don't think that Educ course is easy or chill. It's not at all. :|
I read the literary text "A Temporary Matter" by Jhumpa Lahiri. I was saddened by the story because it poses a reality that any relationship - no matter how perfect it may seem - could fall apart due to few mishaps. People change. Feelings change. What makes us so sure that we won't? After all, we can't be in all be in the same place as we were. Let's just hope & pray really really hard that who we are tomorrow is a better version of who we are today and that those people that we'd love to keep would hang in there and wait til we're done chasing our dreams because after all, after all those dreams, it's with them we'll want to go home to.
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