Carpe Diem

Today it finally set in.

This is the end.

The end of another semester, that is. And what is another semester? Three have been completed three loom large and empty on the horizon. It is a half-way mark, both a reflection on past work and a looking-forward to the REAL END.

But what is the REAL END? After graduation, not much will change. There will be more faces to assimilate, new classes to adjust to, new expectations to meet, new challenges to exceed. Yet these things have happened again and again. When are they not changing, or at least in the process of change?

Consistently inconsistent, statically dynamic, permanently fluid, always bearing witness to an unaccountable eternality.

We lament, "We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?" Still, the river flows on, deaf to our protestations. There is no stopping. There is no freeze-frame. There is no rewind, only the changing of scenery as we pass. Now a torrent, now scarcely a trickle, but ever flowing.