Unanswered Questions

Even though I knew that today was not my last day in school, I knew that I'll be a different person the next time I come to school for classes...I'll be more mature and in XI. People change in class XI, don't they? How can I claim to be beyond change? Change can be positive, granted but - change is change. I won't be the same person the next time I go to school, and that is a given.

However, as I returned home in my car today, that wasn't the issue that was bothering me. No, that was a concept I just contrived so as to begin this blog in a seemingly, make believe philosophical manner - after all, as I returned home, my heart did feel empty, I did feel lost, I did let tears roll down my cheeks...but that was all because I was happy. And, perhaps, because I feel afraid that I might close my eyes for a moment and open it to see that it has all disappeared..it was a dream, a wonderful dream, a dream that would shatter my reality, my existence, to realize that it was but an illusion...

I got my shirt signed, you know..by my friends, class mates, juniors and seniors...reading all of it, I was so touched...I wondered if I deserve all of their affection...do I deserve that much of love? What if I don't..what if I hurt them? Will I be able to forgive myself?!

And..I trembled to answer those questions...after all, some questions are better off left unanswered...