That is probably the most reassuring statement I've read in a while; that's the thought getting me through final year MBBS final exams. There is nothing more comforting than the knowledge that this will pass, and brighter days will come. The memory of all the exams I've struggled through, the times that have passed already reminds me that one day, today will be the same; I'll be able to look back on it and remember how badly I longed for it to come to an end.
As a child, my grandpa (who is a believer of rebirth) always used to tell me that the wheel of life turns so fast, starting again at a new birth before you know it. Back then I didn't understand it. Even ten days was the longest time, like an entire era away.
Now, it feels like just yesterday when I left Gitanjali after my tenth class board exams; yet it's almost been eight years. When I go shopping for shoes, I still have a tendency to buy a size slightly bigger so I have time to grow into it. I have to remind myself that I haven't grown a single inch in eleven years.
Seasons change, bad times pass, good times slip like sand through your tight clutches; it all goes away.
All the laughs, tears, jokes, tiny pleasures we chase after, belongings we look after,
details we fret over, people we cry over, expectations that put us under pressure and the countless moments we treasure are eventually gone.
What is all of this for? To be a tiny insignificant part of an insignificant purposeless world that moves forward in an insignificant direction towards no real goal, and no motive other than to continue existing. But here we are, so let's do this.
Nine days to go.
