This is an essay written by one of my students.At last the half-heaven and half-hell season is just a magical prelude to the climax of our suspenseful tale. An end of bitter pasts of ex's, an end of high school crushes and an end of embarrassing scold such as "IV-Rizal, you never failed me. You never failed to disappoint me..." (Ouch!). Finally.. frustrations of teachers will finally come to a permanent stop. And surely I'll crave to replay this scene of my mortal existence.Time to say bye. To my foot socks, I wish you'll not again intrude me in my college life. I will not miss you anyway. To my Khaki-colored pants, I'll really miss you. Worry not, my brother will inherit you so we'll see each other someday. To my old notebooks and bag which have been a burden, for four years, it's our time to separate from each other. You have been there in times of happiness and in times of emptiness. May God bless you.I realized then that loneliness isn't a sign of a real hell rather of only one reason why I felt it - because of my weird pursuit to what I conceived the gate of happiness. Then I was wrong. I am the suspect for my own suicidal deeds. And the sole victim is myself.Finishing high school is one of the most exciting goals that everyone wants to achieve. Ironically, no one wants this brief shot to come to a not delightful closing. Here in the four-cornered room, one has learned that he is not alone; friends are there 'coz it's hard to stand only on own. Courtship avails, even one fails, it's not yet the end of the tale. It's verily hard to accept the oozing truth of undetermined future after of our semi-ultimate farewell to each one. And an unforgettable Adios to my all high school professors who tried their best to cut the parasitic slender horns of Rizal. I always told myself that I will not feel the loss this such phase of life. But I was wrong. I feel emotional heaviness whilst I write this time. Very little tears in every corner of my eyes. Mayhap I am still a human possessing a human heart and bounded by mortal feelings. I always did tell myself that my high school life would be oblivious; I will forget sooner or later because of the scornful scenarios I experienced within it. Luckily, I am still realizing that friends and classmates are important not concerning only about academics (wherein mutualism and parasitism are notable) but making me complete as a student. I have also found the keys I needed in unlocking the mystery within my inside.Due to the experiments I've made, I got lost in my twilight in inner self. There's still a new moon lingering ahead, I believe. For the reason that everybody has his/her awaited breaking dawn, so he/she must stay strong until the midnight sun arise. I have always told myself (It's constant to me anyway) that I am not egotistic; I am not conceited; I am not selfish but people around me always thought that I am. I consistently hid my longings inside and just kepton paying outside, just paid attention then solemnly evaluated all of it in my cold dark room. Solemnly talking to myself. I was not weirdly uttering words, just pondering upon my insights while lying alone with my head on the phone thinking of it 'til it hurts. Truly, my adolescence has been boring? adventurous? serious? full of gags? exciting? unpredictable? old story? or what else? Or I just published a controversial story, a story no director, scriptwriter and actor with the exception of me. A story which I am not even sure when did it begin and where did it occur; a story which I don't know when to close it's curtain...All goodbyes are farewell, but not all farewell are goodbyes. (Hu hu hu hu >< ) We age. Everyone does. We change. But not everybody wants to. Sayin our last bye-bye's means saying that "next level is ahead. There must be at least a change." Change in looks is constant. Change in habit is common. Change in attitude is somehow rare. And the thing we breathe? Still air. The world does not change but changing our reaction to the world is reasonably close to a giant possibility. We have the freedom of choosing what to act; yet no theory has been set out that eventuality of embracing the wanted consequences of our doings. Bye is as permanent as change, a philosophical dissertation which requires no profound and explicit explanation. Nothing lasts. High school is a mere resting place and learning phase. It's not yet the most thrilling chapter of everybody's owned novel... just a foreword...a dedication...an introductory word about how beautiful your novel is..
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