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Past. Walking out of school with a couple of friends after our last final, we nervously talked about the exam questions in hopes that we all agreed on our answers. After figuring out how well we may have done, we decided to let go of all scholastic matters and celebrate the event at our favourite spot–the mamak stall.

Present. Thinking back, I have only got two finals to go before my graduation. Oh man, I am  definitely going to miss the hell out of everything I went through as a student for those crazy years I spent back in the university. Sigh. Why is it that I have to grow up so quickly?

Present. I find myself pondering time and its tendency to suck away the seconds from my shrinking number of years. How is it that what happened five years ago seems like five days ago? How did I make it to the university with only one year left of being a student, when I thought I’d be spending an eternity in the field of study? When did I become 50 seconds older than when I started this thought? 

Time is really a strange thing. It is one of those strange abstract ideas that no one can really explain, like life or death, things we will never be able to touch or hold. We have no choice but to accept them and move on, sparing the struggle of comprehending such monsters, because deep down we know we never will.

Each year thousands of university students prepare to leave an old chapter of their lives and fly off to start a new one, this time as working adults. Having grown so fast and having had to  embrace the real world is a bit hard for me to accept. It is just like having a hard time saying good-bye to a place or a person you know you will never see again.

What I tell myself is that whenever I feel the need for things in the past, all I have to do is remember. Time may go on, but as Maria Edgeworth says,"If we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves."