Monday, November 17, 2008 As I approach the end of my university life and reach the end of formal education, my thoughts and feelings could perhaps be summed up in this song below: And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friends, I'll say it clear; I'll state my case of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full - I've travelled each and every highway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets? I've had a few, But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course - Each careful step along the byway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, When I bit off more than I could chew, But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way. I've loved, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill - my share of losing. But now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that, And may I say, not in a shy way - Oh no. Oh no, not me. I did it my way. For what is a man? What has he got? If not himself - Then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows And did it my way. Yes, it was my way. Ok lah, a bit melodramatic. But when you look at each and every word, wasn't 16 years of formal education exactly summed up in this song? I can think of so many things and events that happened pretty much the way each line of the song describes it to have occured. I'm not really feeling the significance of it all yet - the end of formal education and the beginning, for real now, of adulthood and the working world. But it's a good step. I have a good feeling about this :) More uncertainty than ever ahead, yet I've never felt so certain before in my life. Mrs Brightside at 9:29 pm {xoxo}
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