Graduation

i remember nung graduation namin… i read this composition and i was struck by the contents… this was written by a fellow jamer… n_n

Graduation, the realization of all of our dreams. And as we walk the aisle that would lead us to our seats, let us no forget the people who have stood with our batch through thick and thin, the friends we met along the way and all those who in one way or another helped brought in us the ladies and gentlemen out of a bunch of boys and girls. Joy we feel when we walk the steps, but without a doubt we would leave the auditorium in tears.

          Tears that represent the dozen or so years that we have told in the concrete pavements of St. James Academy, planting the seeds that would one day grow as trees that would remind us of joys and heartaches that would certainly come with letting go. And who would not cry? We now all step outside the walls that provided us with the warmth of friends that helped us grow. The long walks we took till the bell rang with our loved ones, the endless chatter under the mango tree, graduation is more of an emotional joyride than we all presume it is.

          But as they all say, there is a moment of letting go, a time to separate that has been heralded as one, and so must we. In the two hours that we spend sitting down, observing the world as it suddenly moves te four years in front of us, we all but can’t help but notice the still pictures that move in front of our eyes, calling us to recall our memories that have made us into young men and women we all are right now. No longer will we see the smile on our best friends’ faces in the morning, nor the eyes of those special persons in our hearts that has so lovingly mixed with ours their tears. There are the things we’ll miss in the days when college seems to be a drag, when all we need are shoulders that would carry the world with us, loving hands that would hold ours when the world suddenly turned gray.

          There is nothing we can do about time. It is intangible, it is infinite, and we cannot stop it, it has the power to build and destroy relationship, the capacity to sweeten moments and the ability to turn them sour. We have to realize that in life, there is one thing we have to face as we approach growing up, that separations never mean goodbyes, that letting go does not mean forgetting all the people that in one way or another has made our high school life complete.

          Now, as we walk the aisle leading us outside of the auditorium, and ultimately St. James Academy, the tears we shed are the memories that we shall all carry in the special locket in our hearts, always ready to be opened when the proper time comes.

          We leave crying but full of hope and memories that we shall all treasure. And as we bid each other goodbye, let us all remember it is high time we set aside living on memories and start making them.