Graduation

Life will offer a million "maybes" but we'll never really stop wondering about them. Wondering if we picked the right choices, if we were given enough options, and what if we chose the other than what we've picked. I remember playing the "What if game" with a bottle of tequila and a group of friends just after college graduation. I heard lines that carried so much hopefulness and passion at the same time melancholy and gloom. Confessions of our greatest desires and on wondering how endearing or maybe miserable our existence would have been if we chose the life we wanted at the same time, witnessing fate slipping through our grips in what seemed to be a measured farewell, and walking us into the dawning of this life we have now.

It's been five years now this month since we graduated college. Half a decade of swimming around into an ocean of uncertainties with eager souls hoping to touch a morsel of what fate has to offer. 60 months of occasionally meeting with friends and rare appearance of the others after almost frequently sharing our whole lives with each other in every second that we had, acting like everything has to end the next day but doing it all over again the following. More than 240 weekends passed without the pesky hang over and wondering to which house did I sleep again last night after a wondrous house party. Five years of taking charge with life alone and trying to stop making stupid mistakes that will affect the people you really care about.

We will never get an exact definition of life, but we all know its a series of uncertainties and events and of outcomes from our daily battle to make the right choices.