For quite some time, I had come to realise that this is a beginning, not an end. For there are so many doors waiting for us to open, and roads to explore. For each unventured path lays a destiny that we cannot quite comprehend. For each ventured one lays a bit of maturity and wisdom we gained.
And so in spirit, we celebrate freedom and how much it mattered. But in reality, we celebrate unemployment, wilfulness and quiet displeasure.
Regardless, it’s been a hell of a ride. And I’m glad I survived. So here’s to the lady who jested at us, we know but we don’t really care. Why?
Because if not us, who?