Boxes

I spend whole of today packing 4 years worth of memories into tiny boxes. By tomorrow I’ll be gone from this place which I spent my 4 years of university life in. Kindda lost for words, really, to be leaving my second home.

It is not easy, packing those stuffs into boxes. You can’t fit them all in. You throw away some things, and you keep some things. And making those decisions is no walk in the park. I guess, what I’m trying to say is that deciding which memories to keep and which to throw is not as easy as I thought it was. You wanna keep them all, I did. But something’s gotta give.

As I was packing those stuffs, clearing out my drawers and shelves, I can’t help but feel a little tinge of sadness. Not because I have to leave, nor because it has to end. Rather, I’m sad because just as I arrive, I’ll be leaving alone. No drums nor cheers. It is sad because suddenly you are alone again in a whole new world outside.

I’m sure I’m just exaggerating. I’ll always have friends and families to rely on. But you get what I mean, that feeling of being lost because there is no one holding your hand and guiding you through this new world. There shouldn’t be anyone. The uncertainties, so much, that you have to face it alone.

But I have this to tell myself, that I’m not alone. That behind those stoic eyes of mine, there are millions of threads of warm friendships to support me. That the very moment I step out of this place and into the uncharted waters of the real world, I would feel better, because I always have the comfort of friends’ smiles.

Now the question to myself, what am I doing to support them in return? What am I doing to let them know I care as much?

Every day has the potential to be a great one or the kind horror films are based on. It’s all up to you whether you want to go to bed with a smile on your face or toss and turn with endless worries ~ Taken off my horoscope.

p.s. Was browsing and this caught my eye. Have a good read!