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Monday, June 8, 2009 Well...it's been approximately 3 days since 15th SLC ended, but I just can't seem to be ready to move on. It's kind of childish to hold on to memories and not want to let them go away, and hope in vain that the very same moment will just replay itself over and over, but then, who says hope will not get us anywhere? The audacity of hope. I guess that's the defining factor then. Audacity. Dictionary definition would be, in short, shameless boldness. I guess that's just what hope is all about. Holding onto something firmly and not letting go with that lack of shame and apparently baseless boldness that most would perceive as stubbornness. That is hope, and I guess at the end of the day, hope will only sprout forth pain, regret, and yet bittersweet memories of 2nd - 5th June. Hope never meant to kill, it just does... Whenever I do go for leadership conferences, or other such stuff, I always like to look back and ask myself, "What could I have done better?", "Did I manage to take something away?" or even "How should I have acted to make this better?". It became second nature sooner or later I guess, and introspection soon became part of me. Yet, looking back at 15th SLC per[fac]tion, I can't help but think that if I were to go back and change what I've done, things might have turned out much differently. Instead of this world of longing and reminiscence, maybe it would have turned out differently. I may not have much to regret or miss, simply because there was nothing to miss, or regret. But I guess this world I'm currently in, the phantasmagoric world where all I can do is replay 15th SLC with my mind's eye (and Facebook and YouTube), would be a much better option. We've come a long way, that's for sure. No doubt 4 weeks is not enough to be deemed "long" by some, but it's long enough to bring 40 strangers (or less, seeing that some of us pretty much know each other here and there) together into one [FAC]ulty, and bring such oomph and dynamism to the table. This is 15th SLC per[fac]tion, and it will never change...not now, not ever. When the OT had bowed to us to thank us, it felt as if something just vanished into thin air, ceasing to exist anymore... When we all did Nobody together as one [FAC]ulty, the emotional attachment and burden that we all knew we would eventually start to carry just started crashing down... When we watched (only for a short moment), Lyncis' montage, the cruel reality struck - that after that day, 15th SLC would be no more... When the pizza came, and we attacked it, it hurt to think that this would be one of the last times we all stayed back together just to do this... When we did Billy Banja, there just was no intention to let go of the others; there was no intention at all to leave... When we started to disperse, it just seemed like the end...the end of a legacy, the end of such a great [FAC]ulty... On the bus home, tears blurred my vision, and I simply sat there, waiting for them to fall. They never did... Could this mean... That the legacy will never end...? This sucks. POST SLC DEPRESSION SUCKS. |