The End of an Era

There are moments in our lives when we feel that we have reached a milestone, completed a journey or closed a chapter. Sometimes it happens at an event (like the last day of school) but most times it dawns on you long after the event has happened.

The end is not always a new beginning. There is an intermission to mourn and reflect on what has passed.

I'm feeling like i have reached a milestone again. And it is a series of events that has led to this, and I am afraid my life will never be the same again. I don't think I have fully accepted it and I am still clinging hopelessly in vain that there are remnants of that old era that I can still live in someday, but sadly, in quoting the poem "The Road Not Taken" - knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

Actually, there is no doubt. My experience tells me that we never come back. And if we do, it is just never the same. We move on, just like the clock that only moves clockwise. And with each turn, the hands of destiny nudge us further away.

But I'd like to think that it's always for the better. Like a weekend vacation by the beach or a 3-month summer job as an intern, we feel sad when it's over but we're happy that it happened. And we have the memories to feed those lonely, quiet moments.