We all know how it feels when we first embrace change. Overly familiar with the present surrounding, most of us wouldn’t like to have a change. Changes are viewed negatively, people are afraid of changes. All in all, changes is a part of life that is necessary, but not well received.
The truth is, we hate changes. We hate it because we don’t know what’s in store for us, we hate it because we’re unwilling to let the present go. Like how we didn’t want to graduate from primary school, but here I am at secondary 4 and secondary school is the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me. Changes are perceived negatively, and sometimes even violently.
But that’s not always the case, at least not all.
Changes can be a blessing, an angel in disguise ; a rose in a bush of thorns ; the pearl of an oyster. Sometimes, change is necessary for a better life, and the best part is, it comes unexpectedly.
I loved my primary school, but now not so much anymore. Feelings fade over time when not in contact. I love 1A’11-3A’13, but sadly we’re not meeting up as often anymore and I honestly don’t think enough effort has been made to meet up, because everyone is busy accustoming to new friendships in their new class which I am completely agreeable on, because I think my new class is a big blessing I would never have expected, and I’m really thankful for it.
Perhaps I would like to pause to thank 4P’14 for being a brilliant class, where everyone fits in perfectly and snugly together. It’s been only but a month but I already feel like we’re so close together as a class. Personally I think smaller classes are better than huge classes of like 40 people. Minimalize the cliques, expand your social circle. It makes life better when you’re somewhat close to everyone in class, not like when you’re sitting with this guy you’ve never talked to for the past 2 years and then it gets hell awkward because you have your friends and he has his and somehow the two of you are forced to fit in together and get close because no way that’s not gonna happen anytime soon.
It’s also sort of a tough blessing that we don’t have wifi in our classroom ; at least we won’t get distracted so easily then.
And one thing I really like is the seating arrangement, everyone around you is so approachable.
I hope they don’t change the seating arrangement, even though yeah I know…. It’ll eventually change. Hope not. Sigh.
And then sometimes I wonder about the things that change with us, as we age. The opportunities, the people around us, the duties we bear. It all makes sense that at some point of time in life we have to give up on what we hold dearly, and someday it will dawn on all of us that forever doesn’t exist because well, we all die eventually.
Holding on to the present, hoping it’ll never end. Hoping that what I have now will be with me as long as I can hold on to it, before it turns into a fragment of my memory.
As we grow older, our memory bank gets fuller. We get more experienced with things, and more or less familiar with this game we call life.
Life’s your game, play it.
And finally, out of seven billion people on this planet, I’m glad I met you. And that’s something I don’t want to change, but hopefully with time everything will be alright.
Maybe someday I’ll look back at my secondary school life, and a wide smile will spread across my face. Maybe someday I’ll reflect upon my old crushes and laugh at my own childishness. Maybe someday I’ll look back at past yearbooks, bringing up memories of growing up. Maybe someday I’ll lie on my deathbed, thinking back of this life ; from the first breath to my last, I’ll be thankful for what I’ve got.
Blessed.
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