So fast, in the blink of an eye, the long-anticipated end of the world in 2012 has arrived. Since it is the end, what it brings is new life, signifying growth and transformation.
It has been more than a month since I left school. I can't say how much I've grown and transformed, but I still have nostalgia for the days that have passed. Time flows like water; what I thought would be a long and steady university life has quietly slipped away without me noticing, leaving behind only a dry riverbed and fragmented memories. The only things that can prove I was once here are those faded photos and the yellowing smiles of you all. The beauty left by the past should be remembered, and the less beautiful should be remembered even more, because "A life without 2 is imperfect" ⊙﹏⊙.
Having gotten used to the daily school life, I started to feel nostalgic even before leaving, so I cherished it even more. Before I left, I walked through every corner of the campus, took photos for memories, took pictures with friends and classmates I knew, and bid a tearful farewell to my former basketball buddies with whom I used to sweat.
When I first entered the campus, some people were dreaming of the beautiful university life. I was also looking forward to encountering beautiful girls in the afternoon pavilion. The afternoon was there, the pavilion was there, but there were indeed no beautiful girls, let alone an encounter. The beautiful girls all had their own crooked guys, and the unpredictability of life makes it hard to reason. Walking past the pavilion again perhaps adds a bit of sadness. Dreams are always dreams; facing reality, I found that not only were there girls in the pavilion, but the entire business campus was filled with girls. Although I have never seen them in the men's restroom or the boys' dormitory, I can be sure there are quite a few. Perhaps I should be grateful to have entered the business field, or perhaps I should be grateful that I did not fall in love at first sight with the girl in the pavilion, haha. A faint smile seems to mock myself: with so many girls, is there not one who likes me? I shouted to the sky, and a gloomy voice answered, "No." Really, not a single girl? Not even one. Well, I shall elegantly wave my sleeves.
Perhaps we really are like what Teacher Wu Hao said, not as good as this or that, but are we really like this? I don't want to comment. Creativity is like girls; it's not something you can just have if you want -_-///. Well, here I go again talking about girls. You only know the strength of the wine after getting drunk; only after experiencing things can you have a say. Perhaps some people just aren't suited for this, but such things must be done for survival, and yet cannot be done for life. This is where the entanglement lies; it is really very entangled. It is precisely this or that entanglement that forms your complicated life.
After leaving, it is a new beginning. I started working; no matter how unwilling I am, I have to go to work to support myself. I can't do like when I was in school, saying I won't go to class because I woke up late today, or I won't go to class tomorrow because I'm in a bad mood, or the day after tomorrow... For skipping class, we always have this or that excuse to brush it off.
But after starting work, there are no such excuses. Every morning at seven, I am awakened by the alarm clock set the day before. I dare not hesitate and immediately get up, get dressed, wash my face, brush my teeth, fix my hair, shave, and then reluctantly leave home, riding my bike to work in the dark. There are almost no people on the road, and I can't help but feel sad. Upon arriving at the company, I clock in, eat breakfast, and start a day of work. The busy little person works hard for the whole morning, sometimes even forgetting to eat. Then comes the afternoon of work. Finally, after enduring until six o'clock, I ride my bike home while listening to music, returning home to see the kids, eat, wash my face, wash my feet, play on the computer for a while, set the alarm clock, and sleep at ten.
There are no more excuses; I dare not sleep in anymore. I cheerfully go to work, obediently ⊙▽⊙...
Life goes on the same way. Even if the legendary end of the world has come, it must continue; I still have to go to work. Even if it’s 2012, I cannot avoid it. Let the past days go to hell along with the rumors of the end of the world. Whether you believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway. No matter what, even if there are a thousand reasons, I must live well, cherish the people in front of me, and let’s all look forward to new life together.
(After the end comes new life, written hurriedly during work breaks, just to fit the occasion, 2012.12.21, before the end of the world.)