xeryfyn's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Graduation and time marching on... It is not my graduation right now but many of the friends I still have in school will be done this year. It is a bit disconcerting, having to grow up and move on into "real" jobs considering strange and stressful things like salary ranges, glass ceilings and company benefits. Contemplating this, to the tune of "Pomp and Circumstance" I feel as though often times the path upon which we walk so callously is only revealed to us when it is too late to turn back, too late to change direction, too late to say goodbye. And, in remembering, we might tread more cautiously, afraid of the road we have just turned onto, afraid and filled with dread of the mysteries that lie before us, but not wanting, either, to turn back. And though we tiptoe through today, our human frailities arise to rush us through tommorow without taking any time at all to look around at where we have been or to consider what lies ahead. Time, a harsh dictator, rules us iron-fisted, and marches like sweeping seconds or ticking hours, onwards. And, perhaps, for this brief moment, we walk with pride and majesty at our youth, joyous at our timelessness, laughing at our seeming invincibility, and crying over moments we have lost and left behnd in this tide, floing and washing over us ...da dum dum dum dummm dummm da dum dum dum duuummmm.... 12:25 a.m. - 6/5/2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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