LIPUNAN

right now, i am enjoying my life. i’m living it a day at a time, and with far less load than i had for a long while (it is summer, afterall). and maybe that’s why i dread being called a graduating student. for me, it means more than just status. it means more responsibilities that need to be met and chances that may never come again. it means that every exam i take and every move i make may be a deal breaker for me and my life ten, twenty years from now. it means getting out of the shell i’ve fitted in for the past three years. it means packing to move on.

and i keep on asking myself, will i ever be ready?

it is precisely because i know most of the things that i have to do that i am scared to face them. i am afraid i may never have enough to give. i am afraid to make a wrong decision. i am afraid to fail.

but as the day that i shall be a senior student nears, i still choose to pack my anxieties along with me. not that i love torturing myself, but these fears shall remind me of the person i am when i entered my senior year, and shall keep me on the right side of the track. but till then, i have more laughter to experience and ludicrous shenanigans to pull off. and who knows, i may keep this crazy, cheerful mood throughout my fourth year in college.