Once Again, Time Has Made Me A Fool

I still remember the night I was packing my bags to move to Chennai from my home like it was yesterday. I still remember how excited and scared I was over the change that would happen in my life. But I could almost swear that it was just two months ago. That's how fast time flew me by after I moved to Chennai. When I sat down and realised that tomorrow will be my last day of my first-year undergraduate (and yes, it might seem dramatic but), I just could not believe it. There is no way an entire academic year has gone by this soon. I feel like I skipped through a lot of parts of it all because.. how? Surely, I wasn't in some coma, right? Right?

Right. For time is like that. It stretches on unendingly when you want it to end. But it washes over like a wave when you want it to stretch on forever. That is one clear fact I'm trying to wrap my head around for that is the ultimate truth of reality.

Fool- that's what I am in the face of time. That's what we all are. And this brevity is what makes life all the more worth it. Things end. That is certain. And it's because we know it will end that we value it when we have it. And I value the life I have built here with everything in me.

I feel at home here. I do not think any other word could possibly summarize my thoughts of this place. The people- the memories- the places- all of them are very dear to my heart. 1/3rd of it is already over. The rest will slip through my hands in little to no time like fine sand. But I'll forever be grateful that I'm here now and that life has brought me here. Time has nothing against me in that aspect. It never will as long as the memories are cherished forever.

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