Sometimes, in this fast paced life, there comes a moment wherein you just want to stop and reflect what your life is all about. In that idle moment, you get a chance to ponder on what has happened in your life, and where its flow will take you.

Highschool was the best thing that ever happened to me. I had the chance to forge strong friendships, with three great friends that I consider my bestfriends, and I also had the chance to develop great friendships that I am confident, will last for a lifetime. ( Right, Dee? ) Way back, it was us , highschool classmates, being our immature and playful selves chasing each other by the classroom corridors, not minding poise at all , laughing boisterously and making fun of each other. It’s funny to think that highschool was a good 5 years away already. I can’t believe it. Gosh, was it that far away, five years?

Way back in highschool, we were just talking nonstop about passing our exams, memorizing our Chinese lessons, gushing about mad infatuations, and even planning meticulously for our prom dress designs. Nowadays, all I hear about is rants and raves about work ,business, promotions, salary, incentives, relationships, intimacy, marriage, and even children. Sometimes, I don’t mind because it is indeed the flow of things, but when I stop and think about how our minds have progressed, it just seemed interesting, and of course, incredible that we have actually lived this far in the stage of our lives. The wind has taken us far far from wherever we once were.

The reason I wrote all this is because I’ve been meeting my highschool friends lately, and despite all the changes in our topics of interest, I’m glad that we have still managed to be our youthful playful selves and retain our funny jokes - making fun of each other, and even to the point of chasing one another. The magic of being youthful has always been in us despite the reality that we are facing right now, and that makes everything alright - leaving me not weary, or tired with life at all. I am glad that our friendships have remained strong, and we are still the same girls and boys clad in uniform that don’t hesitate to watch each other’s backs, and play around like there’s no tomorrow. There are some things that remain, and I don’t want us to lose them.

With this, I can conclude that part of our highschool selves are still intact, and I hope for that part to be kept eternally. I think I can cease to be afraid of tomorrow. For now.