Water Bottle

500th.

Such ruminations always come about at the wrong time, but nevertheless, I shall try to compose these dynamic sentiments into static font in as quick as time possible!

The friends, the memories and the experience of JC can be compared to a water bottle containing water. For some, it could be half-filled; for others, it could be almost completely filled. While some remains clean and transparent, others may have become murky and brown. In any case, the thing about this water bottle is that the cap is still on. For now.

Even as our paths diverge towards our individual interests, the necessity of school has provided conditions such that our interactions are ensured - in other words, no matter how diverse our goals and aims are, we will still possibly meet somewhere around the school. In the same way, no matter how hard we shake the water bottle, the water molecules inside it will still meet with one another.

So that's the beauitful thing about schools.

Now, in a few weeks' time, school no longer has this hold on us any more. In a few weeks' time, the cap that used to hold us all together, whether we want it or not, will be opened.

So, what next?

We flow out. Some of us will evaporate and reach for lofty goals and pursuits. Others will be a temporary stain on the ground, gradually forgotten. Others, still, flow down different pathways.

Perhaps one day, we may be lucky and meet each other in the clouds as we await a new adventure, a new rainfall that we can experience together once more. Perhaps some of us may be even more fortunate and become bottled up in another container together. But there will also be those we will never have the chance to meet again.

Isn't that so sad? For so long we have become used to the familiar surroundings of this bottled up world, and for so long we have been accustomed to looking out through these diffracted lenses. And soon, we will never get the chance to do it again; instead, we shall be exposed to the frigid winds and merciless sun, and who knows what we might become in the future.

Thinking about it just makes me feel this inexplicable sadness. And it doesn't help that the expiry date on the bottle kindly reminded me that there is just one more month left to go.