Now Presenting History in the Making
It's pretty darn real to me. This whole thing called graduation. Insert cliche here, and here, and here. Insert joke to break the mood. Insert the heartwarming awe-inspiring sentence here and finally, the bitter sweet conclusion.
There. I have made my graduation speech.
So you know what, graduation was somewhat anti-climatic because I came to a realization. I realized the best thing about the past. I already know what happens. I've already spoiled the ending for myself. I've seen it coming about a thousand times or however many times I've remembered it... and it's the unforgettable moments that returns me to it. I think to myself:
"Wasn't it cool when I rode on that shopping cart or sat on those library steps or did the cupid shuffle or fell in line with a 'chill' as I waved my arms around or plamanafranjahed it up or howled the moon or got a personal butt dance or sang in front my humble abode or rapped in a play or thought I was spider-man or performed ebony eyes (again) or ran as if I were sonic or fell and nearly died because I thought I was the prince of persia or geeked out or sang the alma mater or laughed a little."
Or cried a little.
I was watching Kung-Fu panda and the Turtle said, "The past is history, the future is history, but today is a gift. That's why we call it the present."
As cheesy as it sounds, I love it. But I love cheese (blame a middle school friend of mine. She said it'll help me grow. I'm still kinda short though !!!)
Still, I disagree. My past is not history. It is not gone. It is not boring. It is not taught by a middle-aged man with 17th century glasses (the ones with the string, you know the kind). No. My past is a gift given to me by the world. And it is my hope that in the future I can grant the world a gift of my own. And so between the gifts I have received and the gifts I hope to give there is the greatest gift of all. It is the gift we hold together... the moment.
It is the moment that you take with you that becomes your past. It is the moment that provides the inspiration for what is to come. Therefore what I tell you Mr. Turtle is this:
It is all the present.
There. I have made my graduation speech.
So you know what, graduation was somewhat anti-climatic because I came to a realization. I realized the best thing about the past. I already know what happens. I've already spoiled the ending for myself. I've seen it coming about a thousand times or however many times I've remembered it... and it's the unforgettable moments that returns me to it. I think to myself:
"Wasn't it cool when I rode on that shopping cart or sat on those library steps or did the cupid shuffle or fell in line with a 'chill' as I waved my arms around or plamanafranjahed it up or howled the moon or got a personal butt dance or sang in front my humble abode or rapped in a play or thought I was spider-man or performed ebony eyes (again) or ran as if I were sonic or fell and nearly died because I thought I was the prince of persia or geeked out or sang the alma mater or laughed a little."
Or cried a little.
I was watching Kung-Fu panda and the Turtle said, "The past is history, the future is history, but today is a gift. That's why we call it the present."
As cheesy as it sounds, I love it. But I love cheese (blame a middle school friend of mine. She said it'll help me grow. I'm still kinda short though !!!)
Still, I disagree. My past is not history. It is not gone. It is not boring. It is not taught by a middle-aged man with 17th century glasses (the ones with the string, you know the kind). No. My past is a gift given to me by the world. And it is my hope that in the future I can grant the world a gift of my own. And so between the gifts I have received and the gifts I hope to give there is the greatest gift of all. It is the gift we hold together... the moment.
It is the moment that you take with you that becomes your past. It is the moment that provides the inspiration for what is to come. Therefore what I tell you Mr. Turtle is this:
It is all the present.
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