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I grew up. Again.

Wow. I don’t really like the feel of this realization. The last time I felt the same was when I turned 20. I can now laugh at that period of post-teenage blues.

I’ll graduate in just a year and a half. Time’s getting testy.

Five years. Yeah, they just ‘flew by’ like they say, but I truly experienced and understood the relativity.

There were times when life just dragged on. Things are never at a snail’s pace where I am, but you realize the point when you are just hauling the luggage. There have been times when I hauled my luggage every time I left home and realized that’s what I’m doing, yanking and pulling but not going anywhere. I was wrong. That taught me too. I just didn’t want to see that possibility at that time, that’s it. When I was in my final year at school, I was so sure of myself. I was sure I knew the way to handle things that might come my way. Come what may, even if I’m unsure I’ll find a way. Things changed a lot. My motivation got tested, my very thought process got tested. Now I feel I know something, at least a bit more than what I learnt at school (not in academic terms, of course!).

I might be proved wrong again. But I’ll be less stupid the day I graduate.