Another semester is coming to a close as one final month of splendid papers and exams sing their penultimate bel canto; the end isn't quite there yet. Oh how I wish I could turn them all to Castratis.
Life goes on as it rounds the corner every year. It rushes through things; birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, memories, friends and lovers. It does not stop, nor does it slow down. A new day always rises full of promise-laden minutes spreading through-out the day, everything starts anew, the only thing that binds us are the memories, the remnants which we have created and left behind. Without it, we won't go anywhere. Life is a neverending chain of events which ripples to the edges of days turned months flowing freely to years merging together in the infinite sands of Time.
Time goes forward, surges toward things yet unknown and we are his aging slaves; life follows as we are witness to the deaths and births rushing through a river of humanity. We move forward, yet things become crystal clear to us backwards, as if life were meant to be a series of untold ironies in the midst of recognitions and reversals.
It is almost as if life were a tragedy from the age of Romanticism waiting to startle us into the most beautiful arias in one grandiose production called humanity.