Graduation Day
I wore my gown (with its bat-like wings) around the university with my mother's stockings and my sister-in-law's shoes while my dad took pictures of my hall, the library, Parkinsons' steps... and also my favourite path leading to the library amidst shady trees and daffodils in the springtime, but now just surrounded by heat-scorched grass. The path I used to write about here so many times.
My brother never went for his graduation, and I couldn't see the point of going for mine as I thought it was just a ceremony, thinking that my three years and what I'd learnt in them were far more important than a single day summing them up. I went for mine solely because my dad was coming to see it, but came to see the sense of it after he told me: "It's closure. It's knowing that this part of your life has come to a close and a new part of your life is beginning."
Indeed he's right. A new part of my life is beginning. And I know there is so much in store.
This year, I want to
think simply
love with actions and truth
live expecting miracles to happen
And I will.
My brother never went for his graduation, and I couldn't see the point of going for mine as I thought it was just a ceremony, thinking that my three years and what I'd learnt in them were far more important than a single day summing them up. I went for mine solely because my dad was coming to see it, but came to see the sense of it after he told me: "It's closure. It's knowing that this part of your life has come to a close and a new part of your life is beginning."
Indeed he's right. A new part of my life is beginning. And I know there is so much in store.
This year, I want to
think simply
love with actions and truth
live expecting miracles to happen
And I will.
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