The Sixth Semester's Virtues

The fifth semester has passed and now in the void, I am looking forward to the next semester. Glancing over my shoulder, it was just like yesterday I anchored and stepped on the shore in the new land of the fifth semester with all the things reminisced me about the virtues I got in the forth one, when I performed a drama with the people I love.

Sometimes, time moves so fast that I cannot even aware of the things which suddenly become my history that then go hand in hand with me moving on to another phase of my life. Time, the ghastly unseen thing that devours all of my past, escorts me to my future, and gnaws my presents.

Time, in this semester is then leaving me with the happy tears and the discovering of myself. I was about to cry when I, along with my trusted friends created a musical drama from the very zero to a succesfull one. It was really amazing to see my imagination which was merely an utopian mirage, with all the goods and bads, ups and downs, and all others problems and conflicts, is acted nicely. 

The problems, conflicts, and all the things I hated, turn out to be the stepping-stones that bring me to the higher level of personality. I never even thought of speaking in front of many people, directed people, or trained people. In short, I did not have any leader ability. However, through those problems, although many people would judge me wrong. I should be able to. Those things simply and solely shaped me into what I am today. 

-Thank you all my friends-

The Reunion

I was here, standing under the flickering stars and the silver moon, surrounded by the smooth wind smiling at my emptiness. I used to be here, wielding the light to reunite the pieces of the divine inspirations and unanswered questions scattered all over my darkened soul, and my hazy eyes.

I looked into the boundless dark of the night where I could find all what I wanted to find in my life, only the way to find it remains a secret. But I kept looking at it, although there was no light except the endless darkness. The wind greeted me with her firm embrace, danced by the nape of my neck, and my ears as if she tried to whisper something to me. But she was so smooth, and my superficiality could not catch any of her omens.

I was still here, as a child who wanted to regain his pure heart and thoughts, to befriended and spoke with the nature, the smooth wind, the boundless night, the flickering stars, and the silver moon, like we used to. These days, they did not speak to me anymore, or maybe my conscience was so overwhelmed with the profane turmoil so I could not catch or hear the omens.

It was midnight, I went home with all the slackness like a lonely captain amid the sea of nowhere who loses his compass, and crews. 

I closed my eyes, and soon flew to a place in which I was like in a glass unable to do anything, but see, smell, and hear everything vaguely. Suddenly, the smooth wind came and whispered to my ears "now you can see the inevitable."

...and I was waken up by the gold sunshine from the gap of my curtain.