Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie.
Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.
Man alone measures time.
Man alone chimes the hour.
And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper (via crabbyflakes)
There’s a mountain of things I’ve learnt to appreciate during this transition from JC life to university life. Apart from the job experience I’ve garnered from at least four different jobs and the friends I’ve made in the process, I’m slowly learning to make new friends and maintain the connections with my close ones from my past. I no longer find it awkward to talk to people I haven’t talked to in ages. I’ve definitely come out of my quiet shell a little, seeing how much I myself enjoy the camps I’ve been to, even though some of them deal with a bit more shit than I’m used to, ultimately I still enjoy myself. I’ve also discovered more about myself in my interaction with guys (with the 3:1 ratio, all my good friends are girls, so I barely talked to guys in high school) and some things through the regular heart-to-heart sessions we always had throughout the camps. Things about myself that I would hesitate to type out here. Maybe one day, later on. One thing to note though: I’m still an awkward turtle if I have to talk to a stranger one-on-one.
The camp which has left the biggest impact on me was hall camp. Right now, there are so many things I want to do for hall that I’m not even thinking of CCAs in school any more. I simply love that familial feeling I get from Draco. A lot of it is because of the care I received from the seniors, their friendly and easy interaction, the effortless banter I observe … it just makes me want to be a part of it so much. And because they do try (and succeed at) to integrate us, I feel so much for Draco and Hall 14 even though I was one of the more quiet ones during camp. I’ll do my best for everything (as always) but I’ll put even more effort to be more engaged in hall activities from now on - I wasn’t really expecting myself to have any form of social life in uni, but now I feel like I know why it’s important. To me, hall so far has been giving me something I didn’t know I wanted before. Or rather something I didn’t use to emphasize much on - a sense of belonging to a larger group. Sure, in high school I belonged to cliques of good friends and all, but I never really felt as if I belonged to a larger group, because I did feel outcasted at times. With Draco, (I don’t believe I’ll never get judged) at least I feel like I’ll be accepted no matter what.
Cliche, isn’t it? These warm fuzzy feelings towards hall are so not me at all. In the meantime, I need to spend more time with those friends I’m not going to see for at least a year (until next summer D: ) and make sure I don’t ever forget them. Bon voyage, my friends! I’ll miss you sooooo much :’(
In truth, people can generally make time for what they choose to do; it is not really the time but the will that is lacking
John Lubbock (via midoriame)
It’s difficult to say no to people. And when you do, you feel good for doing something different for once, something that doesn’t inconvenience you, yet at the same time, you feel guilt for not helping when you could have. But it’s necessary. To show others that you won’t be trodden upon and that you’re not to be taken for granted. That’s the way most facts of life are. Bittersweet. As growing up is. As a child, you dream of doing things the world would only allow an adult to do. But after maturing you realise that those dreams are just dreams. There are too many obstacles, too many limits the world imposes on the fragile intangible called a dream. For a dream to come true is just another distant dream that’s barely on the horizon. Untouchable. But dreams are vital. We need dreams for the world to become a better place, don’t we? That’s just to say the untouchable isn’t always untouchable. It’s there to make sure that only the worthy reach it. If it were that easy and everyone reached their dreams, realistically speaking, the word itself would lose all meaning and we’d probably in utopia. Impossible, because of competition. Dreams would become the norm and meaningless then.