| | Too many MondaysIt's Monday again. Now it's the last Monday of undergrad. That was a fast week; it seems like just yesterday I was dreading it. The weeks don't stop coming. Weeks turn into months; months into years...... Years into lifetimes. Life goes too fast. Sometimes we don't think about it until the end of a life comes, whether ours or a friend's....... This slow advance of time; no man has ever stopped it or mastered it. We are truly no more than the cherry blossom on the trees. In a day we grow up and our lives are beautiful. Tomorrow the rains come and we fall to the ground. We are mere shadows that disperse with the sun. We are as the dayfly; we have but our day. And then our day is over. What is the purpose to all this? All of life is beautiful in its time, from the beginning to the end. In the blink of an eye it ends. That is the course of a lifetime. Goodbye my friend, it will be a long time ere I see you again. Until then, I'm going to miss you. |
| | Posted 4/28/2008 2:04 AM - 17 views - 1 comments
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