The golden hall shimmered with a thousand lights and smiling faces, a sea of high school students mingling and darting about with the most flourishing excitement. It was a boon to observe the naivety in their gaiety, to observe tiny souls who were basking in the joie de vivre of high school, whose future planning extended to only the upcoming exams and tuition schedules. Their true strengths were rarely tested, their characters were not yet defined, and yet they paraded about the room with the world upon their feet; a testimony to blatant, wondrous youth.
It was a classic run of the mill depiction of the varying walks of life. I've been trapped, for lack of better definition, in the realm of university academia for quite some time before relenting to the festivities of an alumni dinner. As much my schedule grieved, the night promised a flood of nostalgia and delicate reflections, with enough excuse to whip out dazzling dresses and laugh the night away in good company, and I was taken in. Obviously, with proof of my standing up, it didn't pan out perfectly as hoped. But to an extent, I owe the organization shortcomings my gratitude.
Because the seconds of solitude the night presented, offered me profound perspective.
As I contemplated the sparkling scenery, a silent storm amidst the array of beautiful guests, I was overcome with the notion of how infinitesimal my problems were. It came as a comforting balm, as if this thought was dormant within me, and was just waiting for the perfect moment of revelation. It's been weeks of bedlam in the various dispositions of my life, and a moment of clarity was all it took to whisk me away to placid serenity. We tend to wrap ourselves in the worries of our little world, and put as much weight in them as possible. We forget that in the bigger picture, in the walk of life, these problems are only for the moment, are only relevant to the chains of the present. We tend to idolise the power of now, that we believe that it is the all consuming, the everything to us. It's not. Time is a master to all. And there's enough of it for life to work out in the end; there are enough chances in this world for us to make up for every weakness, failure, and regret, and live to see the other side.
It was a classic run of the mill depiction of the varying walks of life. I've been trapped, for lack of better definition, in the realm of university academia for quite some time before relenting to the festivities of an alumni dinner. As much my schedule grieved, the night promised a flood of nostalgia and delicate reflections, with enough excuse to whip out dazzling dresses and laugh the night away in good company, and I was taken in. Obviously, with proof of my standing up, it didn't pan out perfectly as hoped. But to an extent, I owe the organization shortcomings my gratitude.
Because the seconds of solitude the night presented, offered me profound perspective.
As I contemplated the sparkling scenery, a silent storm amidst the array of beautiful guests, I was overcome with the notion of how infinitesimal my problems were. It came as a comforting balm, as if this thought was dormant within me, and was just waiting for the perfect moment of revelation. It's been weeks of bedlam in the various dispositions of my life, and a moment of clarity was all it took to whisk me away to placid serenity. We tend to wrap ourselves in the worries of our little world, and put as much weight in them as possible. We forget that in the bigger picture, in the walk of life, these problems are only for the moment, are only relevant to the chains of the present. We tend to idolise the power of now, that we believe that it is the all consuming, the everything to us. It's not. Time is a master to all. And there's enough of it for life to work out in the end; there are enough chances in this world for us to make up for every weakness, failure, and regret, and live to see the other side.
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