"Why am I feeling so depressed?" I asked myself. I couldn't find the answer until today, when I reflected upon my NS journey. I found it.
When a frame of my life I cherish approaches the end, I tend to blank out. I'll gawk at my surrounding(in fact, everything around me), ranging from my peers, to the dried leaves fallen on the ground. I want to remember everything for I am greedy.
I want to remember how the mud splattered when we bashed through the vegetation during field exercises. I want to remember the painful IV sessions I went through in medic course. I want to remember how the ORDing commanders gave us our heads-out RO. I want to remember how annoying Mr Bala was. I want to bring home infinite memories.
Time surges forward, and never the opposite. I know that it's impossible to experience this ever again. This feeling corresponds to the feeling I felt during my last lap in medic course. I couldn't help but to isolate myself, mimicking a video camera, hoping to capture the most beautiful moment... No, in my case, hoping to capture everything.
Well, Edwin told me that moving on is part and parcel of life. Yes, inevitably, I'll be moving on...
AN OPINION IS LIKE AN ASSHOLE,
