by Alphaville
I first heard this song at my sister’s grade seven graduation ceremony. Seeing her walk across the stage was a moment that my nine year old self would hold onto until the day I got to do so myself. This song takes me to mine, that would come four years after hers.
I look too far ahead into the future.
Life is a short trip, the music’s for the sad man.
The saying goes: life is short; the world is wide. Knowing this, I can’t help but feel so small, so infinitesimal. It has been difficult coming to terms with this fact. I feel that because life is so short, I cannot bear to lose anyone around me. I don’t want to break down walls all over again. I don’t want to start over again.
So many adventures couldn’t happen today. So many songs we forgot to play.
These adventures we are waiting for, will disappear before our eyes, sooner or later. The thing about moments, what makes each so special, is that we never know when the last time will be: the last time we played in the neighbourhood, the last all nighter we pulled for a project, the last game we had, the last test we stressed out for, and the last time we joked the way we did, with the people around us, on a regular Thursday. We should cherish every moment, as though it is our final; it might just be our last.
So many dreams swinging out of the blue.
I am not the same person I was yesterday, nor will I be the same person tomorrow. I graduate high school in less than a month. I wonder who I will be then, what dreams she will have, and what plans she will make.
As for now, I will enjoy the present.
I want to be forever young.
Olyvia Guo 