Today at 4:30pm GMT+12 New Zealand time, I walked into my very last lecture as an undergraduate student. Approximately one hour later at 5:30pm, Ali said:" Congratulate me, Fran. This is my last class as a student."
Time flies.
We're all grown up now.
Soon I will sit for my last exam as an undergrad.
And then there's Honours year. Apparently that is a different ball game altogether. And there will be different faces, because familiar faces are leaving soon. Things are going to change, notwithstanding my desire for time to stay still, even if its just for a while.
But this world has not the beauty of eternity. It is cursed by time. The only thing that may last is a pensive of collected memories, but even those can be taken away when the human brain has failed, and when age eats life away.
Part of me looks forward to the future, and I pray, every single day I pray, that my future will be better than my past; that dreams will come true; that I will live this life knowing its wonder in its entirety; that I will live the life that God has willed and destined for me; that I will not sway; that I will stand strong in times of trials; that I can hold my head high in moments of defeat; that I can stand proud with integrity when the battles are won; that I will know the joy of being truly loved by someone; that I will know what is love, and how to give it away with all of my being.
So much to look forward to.
So little time to do it all.
