Moving On

It is a rather queer experience when students from supposedly more 'worse-off' schools can lament on the government, when students from supposedly more 'well-off' schools can live life in such the bo-chap manner, and when students whom have the finances and the motivations tend to want to migrate. It is a queer experience to realize that your friend next to you may very well end up being in high positions in an MNC not so far into the future.

It feels weird to know that after all has been said and done, one's class isn't the worst out of the lot as proven by classes so near yet so far. That after everything, a bunch of office workers are going to be closer together than a bunch of folks living in the life of the present youth. Just ironic, isn't it? The prospect of a class spirit built upon notes, perfectly unhappening everyday life and nothing further. Or perhaps that's just the beauty of it all.

And it is hardest to describe the feeling of seeing all this happen in your face at the student level, particularly the feeling of being lost in the jests of wise folk and the plans of the farsighted. And most unexplainable is how all this is done with a smile on everyone's face.

Of course, this is hardly an exclusive feeling (Ironically it probably is among the feelings that everyone shares but keeps to themselves, and without much reason like in the case of love), but irregardless it's hard to be the one stuck in the present when everyone else is thinking of the future. When your plans for the future are shunned down by others around you, it is hard to find that common ground between sense and idealism.

I'm honestly too mentally drained from the exams, compounded with physical and mental exhaustion from playing too hard after the exams, so I can't really find the strength to sit down and think through what I really want to write about. As such, I'll just leave it at this for today.

On an unrelated note, if any of you wish for souvenirs from Japan, please do tell me or risk getting a generic $2 Domokun.