Looking back...

College life was a slow walk. It was a scenic path, every bit deserving to be enjoyed. That anyone still looks to rush through it is lost on me.

It’s been five years since I first set foot in UP as a student himself. I've has since gotten softer –inside and out. Softened by the goodwill of his friends, the pressure I felt from those that weren’t and the long nights of stress eating in between, I have since become a smooth rock fit to glide and tumble to the river-deltas of adult life. Losing bits of myself never felt so liberating.

In college, I learned how to leave things behind by going places and making memories. That is all the past should be, beautiful or otherwise, just a precious memory left from something one deems too important to ever fully let go of.

And those that truly left their mark on me in the end, weren’t those with whom he shared words. In the end it was with whom I shared smiles, with whom I shared laughter and most importantly, with whom I shared sweet silence.