However, I think the worst part of this whole ordeal is the very finality of it all. Unlike last semester where I was just going home for a short time, now I face the very appropriately named FINAL weekend that is a veritable Final End to a lot of things. I feel like my life is a book in which the end of the chapter is coming and I can see it, but I don't want to read ahead because I know its going to be bleak. Maybe we could go back and reread the happy chapters? And as much as I want to stop it, I can feel the pages turning and the book closing with an ominous and resounding "SNAP."
Maybe I'm overreacting, but the end always makes you look to the beginning and I can't help but feel like I need more time. More time to do what I planned. More time to make friends with the people I've lived around for the past eight months. More time to prepare myself for the inevitable goodbyes. More time. Period....or how about no period? Let's not end it. Let's keep it going. Instead of the terminating "period" let's just leave off at a semi-colon, or a nice ellipses...It just seems much kinder, less...FINAL. A little, "To Be Continued..."
All you have to do is turn the page...
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