End of Exams

If you knew then what it is that you know now, what would you have done differently? If you had known, from the very beginning, what you would find at the end of your life, how would you have changed it? Would you have changed it? Throughout the years, I have asked myself the same questions and each time, the answers remained the same. There are some things in this life, that are worth the price. They are worth every moment of pain, every second of despair, every sacrifice you make. And long after you have lost the will to continue, when you feel as if you will break from the pain, that which you fight so desperately for will sustain you. If you find that you do not understand what I am speaking of, you need only know that the day will come when you do.

Finally, the prelims are over! Everytime there are exams, I get the urge to think, which is extremely inconvenient. When there are exams, it seems as if all life stops, and the days and night blend into hours of desperate, frantic cramming. And when that happens, I yearn for silent nights, the quiet talks. Theres something nagging at my mind, but I can't put it into words.

But somehow, theres a comfort in knowing that I'm not alone. There's no longer the desperate need to tell someone, anyone; no need to wonder if one's thoughts would be mocked as strange, weird. But with that comfort, there's the loss of the previous desperate need to prove oneself, to survive and triumph in an unfeeling and unseeing world. For when you know there are others that sense, the world is no longer that cold.

mood: reflective