All good things come to an end?

You'd think being on holiday would bring our complaints to an end. You thought wrong.

With uni around the corner and a kick of reality millimetres from our half-emptied brains, the holiday season would eventually end.

Being in the winter season for a good half a year, my body is screaming for some summer warmth. The "summer" holiday that is the longest of all has left our own friends sprinkled across the world, our textbooks to collect dust (or be burned), our first year at university now a past memory. In many ways, life at uni turned out to be different to what I'd imagined. Friends were harder to make, lectures were much more boring and people were more dependent on independence. There were ups. There were downs. Then you move on.

After being grilled in examrooms time after time (not literally), we were all ready for this 4month long holiday to give our brains a proper rehab. And then you realise how blind uni can make you. Being with brainheads day after day, sometimes the only thing you see is your GPA. Maybe it is justified because we like to impress our prospective employers or our own parents. We compare and we compete. Then we lose track of what it is that we really want to do in the first place. Do I want to travel? Do I want to work 8hours a day infront of the computer? Do I really prefer payrolls more than balance sheets? I miss those days when I got fed and didn't have to think for myself. Now they're gone.

My complaint is that I don't want the holidays to end, I don't want the fun to end, I don't want good things to end. But they do. When we finally get a scrumptious taste of happiness, sometimes we can't help but to be afraid of loosing that feeling one day.

I wish good things

at least some

will never come to an end

at least for a little while

at least long enough

so it will last forever in our memories