this is not a backdoor angsty post about unrequited love; take it at face value
Graduating from college today. Bittersweet, but mostly bitter. Infinitely regretful might be apropos.
Won't miss the place or the classes or any of that claptrap. Will miss many of the people. It hurts that I will never see some of them in any meaningful way ever again.
So many amazing people in the world, none of whom we will get to know as well as they deserve.
It doth render me melancholy and sincere.
We as a species do a great deal to guarantee that we will never truly understand or express how much we value each other. It bothers me that I cannot take my regard for someone and show it directly to them as an independent thing. Language is freighted with ambiguity and we are all inclined to search for the ulterior motive in anything we hear.
The curse of the writer is to understand that everything might have been said better and that every word we speak is a fleck of foam strained from an infinite sea of missed opportunities.
If only we all lived together in an ocean of happy tang.
