A Final Leap

From high school to postgraduation, I've always been awed by the intensity of experiences packed into the last one or two months before farewell. The surroundings and people that until then remained a backdrop to our everyday life come to focus, making us wonder: Why haven't I noticed them before?

Sometimes, the routines that were crafted to foster discipline and consistent growth—in personal life or academics—subtly drive you to choose familiarity over new experiences. This mostly happens when you don't take into account the resources and facilities available to you at a particular place and fail to update and adapt around opportunities present at the moment.

But not all is lost. There has been growth that occurred naturally over the course of two years, especially in terms of time management and mental strength. I remember my first semester of postgraduation, where we were stressing over our first internal assessment like it was a life-or-death survival game. And now in our final semester, we are handling internals, assignments, projects, cultural events and whatnot with more confidence and faith in ourselves than we ever could have done before.

Moreover, I've met and talked to more people in the past month than I have in two years! Which makes me wonder what I have been doing all this time. But as the saying goes, it's better late than never. Those conversations over lunch and tea and the playful moments during play practice will remain the best chapters of my postgraduate years.

So what makes these few weeks more memorable than two years? Is it just about what we do or more about how we see? How each moment becomes valuable when it is numbered, and how each person remains an enigma when there is too little time to know them. It is not regret, no, it is more of a bittersweet realisation that what gives meaning to life is its finite nature.