Monday, August 16, 2010

How do you measure a year in a life


What do you want to be? This is a question that I've heard over a million time this year. This year is the final year of high school. This is the top of the top. For me, it is just a stage in a life. It's important of course, because you don't want to regret it in the future, so you do your best, you strike all that you've got this year, and just wish that you are the lucky ones. And in the end, you wish you were right.

One of my friend, my classmate will go to study abroad for a year, and he will be gone on Wednesday. This is also very sad. When you go to a new place, you have to adapt to everything, the way you act, the way you dress, even the way you think. As we all know, a lot of things can happen in a year. When I went to summer camp on 2008 for three weeks, that whole experience changed me completely. I have a different point of view, a new perspective, a lot of lessons, and even the little things made me into who I am today. I am a different person. That was three weeks. This is a question I've been asking myself "How about a year?"

Anyway, life's getting pretty busy and it's not going to be any less busier. Currently just trying to catch up with the people. Finding some interesting things to do along the way to this year. Hoping for the best, but I don't think I give enough effort into everything (yet, hopefully). Friends come and go, and each of them has made a huge impact into who I am today, I am sincerely grateful. Life hasn't stopped here and there are more interesting people to meet in the future. Goodbye, thank you :)

"So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old girl Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking, She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags."
-Streets Of London, Ralph McTell

And here it is, the song that tells you to stop complaining about how lonely you are and know that you are luckier than most of the people in the streets. This song keeps me alive.

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