Let The Skyfall

For this is the end....not. 

I've been in the mood of listening to Skyfall these days even though I haven't even watched the movie. Anyway, connecting to the lyric that I wrote, I've been thinking that finishing high school equals to the end of almost everything. I mean, come on, I am really the type who doesn't easily move on. And by the end of my school year, it's like I have to let go a routine that I'd been doing for half of my life. I have to let go the way I study with food and papers scattering around my own bed in my own room. I have to let go the way I hang out with best friends and Starbucks and movies and chit chats about cute boys that we love or like or have a crush with. I have to let go the way I'm just waiting for the time keeps moving until it's holiday and I'm back at my heavenly comfort zone again. I have to let go basically, the way I don't want to think about serious things.

I'm in college, and everything turns so different compare to high school. Then the hardest part comes to the time when I realize, even when this college life's over, I can never ever go back to my happy-chilly-life during school time. Yes I miss Indonesia so much. But if I think about it again, like what I've said, most of all I miss the memories. Which I can't ever get it back, right?

So is it the end?

No. Of course not. Everyone said so.

Going to college means the start of you being the real you. And it's hard. Especially when you feel that you are alone -- literally or figuratively. Friendship here becomes different thing. You miss the time in high school when you feel that your best friends are your soulmates. But you don't realize, that they already live their own lives too now. You then think that you want to go back to your home. to your parent's bed, snuggling, sleeping under the same blanket and listening to the sound of pouring rain outside the window. But again, you don't realize that you and they are together getting older.

It's the time for you being more responsible, not crying like a baby, wishing by that you can just run away. Though, inside and outside, you keep wishing that you don't want anything ends. You don't want your beautiful life as a little kid ends.

I'm 18. Still 18. But I overthink to almost think that I'm already 24 something. It's still a long way. So many things will happen and so many ideas and dreams will pop up to motivate you.

And you're not that alone. I'm not that alone. People come and go but your family and people who really love you will stay.

So let the sky fall, when it crumbles, we will stand tall, face it all together.