It may be hard to believe, but how time flies! Where did all the years go? Wasn’t it only yesterday that you posed for that graduation picture? Life after graduation seems to run on autopilot and on high gear. The highway of life seems to have very few stopovers, and there is no turning back; it is all one-way. But that doesn’t mean that we cannot look back; what we lack is the ability to take a U-turn, not the ability to gaze into the mirror. However, there is a fundamental difference between the rear-view mirror on cars and the one on life. The one on cars specifies that objects are closer than they appear, whereas in life it is exactly the opposite; you could swear that the things you see in it were closer! You wouldn’t know it’s been ten, twenty, thirty years! It seems like yesterday, or the day before at most. But all that remains are memories.
Memories of that grand ceremony, with hems of graduation gowns sweeping by, the tall graduation caps cutting through the crowd and the tassels hanging proud and the sashes graced about necks. More so than that, perhaps, is the air of expectancy, of suspense for what is to come. Life seems like a limitless valley of greens spread out before one’s eyes, beckoning with open arms, calling out with the voice of a thousand echoes. And to answer the summons, students stand poised at the edge of the cliff, dressed in their high school graduation gown, ready for the plunge. I still remember my graduation day like it was only yesterday. The valley was so inviting then, life so green.
As a matter of fact, I even remember my preschool graduation ceremony! That’s right, when I was but a lad of a few years, I was made to dress up in my preschool graduation gowns and stand proud before the world, ready to begin what would eventually come to be known as my education. After toiling hard inside the walls of preschool classes, after learning the ropes of academia at the feet of many masters, I was deemed to ready to take on the world. My fellow students were also granted that honor, I believe, but some of them were not as deserving as I. To celebrate my coming of age, I was made to wear a formal preschool graduation gown, hold my diploma high and scream with victory.
Ah, how quickly life has gone by. I do not kid when I say that I remember both of those occasions like they happened but a few days ago. But then I look into the left side mirror, I look into the right side mirror and I can’t find any trace of them. It has been far too long, too many kilometers have I put behind me and too far have I come. I can’t find the graduation hats, the gowns or the tassels anymore. All that remain are memories.
Memories of that grand ceremony, with hems of graduation gowns sweeping by, the tall graduation caps cutting through the crowd and the tassels hanging proud and the sashes graced about necks. More so than that, perhaps, is the air of expectancy, of suspense for what is to come. Life seems like a limitless valley of greens spread out before one’s eyes, beckoning with open arms, calling out with the voice of a thousand echoes. And to answer the summons, students stand poised at the edge of the cliff, dressed in their high school graduation gown, ready for the plunge. I still remember my graduation day like it was only yesterday. The valley was so inviting then, life so green.
As a matter of fact, I even remember my preschool graduation ceremony! That’s right, when I was but a lad of a few years, I was made to dress up in my preschool graduation gowns and stand proud before the world, ready to begin what would eventually come to be known as my education. After toiling hard inside the walls of preschool classes, after learning the ropes of academia at the feet of many masters, I was deemed to ready to take on the world. My fellow students were also granted that honor, I believe, but some of them were not as deserving as I. To celebrate my coming of age, I was made to wear a formal preschool graduation gown, hold my diploma high and scream with victory.
Ah, how quickly life has gone by. I do not kid when I say that I remember both of those occasions like they happened but a few days ago. But then I look into the left side mirror, I look into the right side mirror and I can’t find any trace of them. It has been far too long, too many kilometers have I put behind me and too far have I come. I can’t find the graduation hats, the gowns or the tassels anymore. All that remain are memories.
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