School’s out

And I’m all too young  for becoming old. It’s the last, most glorious night of the best part of our lives so far, and we won’t let the party end, at least for a while yet. Because, though it may have been hard at times, and on the road behind we’ve had the fair allotment of tears and laughs, of crushed spirits, disappointments, and regrets, and of triumphs, friendship and joy, it is, after all, an occasion to celebrate. It is a milestone on the road of life, and though the way ahead is both as scenic and as treacherous and the path behind, we will nonetheless celebrate the effort spent and the distance walked in getting where we are.

So let it not be said that youth is wasted on the young.

And besides, youth is longer than we think. And, cliched as it is, we remain as young as we believe we are, so let us prize the days to come as much as the past that we celebrate now.

Also please, excuse me, for I am still drunk on the party and the celebrations, and cannot do justice to the significance of our graduation, our promenade,  our debutante ball of introduction to adult life. Because, when we look back, and we reminiscence over the photographs, we’ll see beyond schoolchildren-no-more playing at men and women; we’ll see ourselves as teenagers bursting with anticipation and potential on the cusp of adulthood. We’ll see ourselves poised on the precipice of life. So, for now, let us seize the day, and live both for the now and the morrow. Let us not just party hard, but live hard as well.

(and, a note from the author of this post to himself, and perhaps to the anyone who doesn’t understand this post (i.e., everyone), when he wrote this he was drunk on the euphoria and various mixed feelings with regard to graduation from formal secondary education, and was probably just incoherently expressing his hope and optimism for the future, following prom)

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