Of A Lifetime

Allie woke up, 8 a.m
Graduation day
Got into her car, crashed along the way.
- Better than Ezra, A Lifetime

Was listening to the song. And thought about my own graduation day.
Yep. For the unknown. I had my commencement on May 18.
Unofficially, I am now an alumni of Drake University. A graduate. Class of 2008. The "proud" graduate of Drake. Unofficial at least.
Why unofficial you ask?
Because I still have one more semester to go actually.
I'll be back for the fall semester to get it all done with.

But that's not the point I was thinking about.

I was thinking about. How I have read a number of graduating blogs these few days.
And a lot of these "graduating" posts - to be exact actually - talked about their two years in Drake. About how memorable it has been. About how tearful and heart-feeling the moment of graduation is.

Thing is. My two years in Drake has been. So-so. Maybe good at the best.
Definitely not one of my two prime years.
And I was wondering.
Whether I had wasted two years of my life. AGAIN.

See. I didn't made any best/very good friends in Drake. I do have a few good friends I would admit.
I didn't had any ... momentous moments ... unless you count that incident of flooding Tim's apartment with toilet bowl water because my shit was too big to go down as one.

Once in a lifetime kind of experience. Do I regret anything?
Well, judging from my past experiences, I would say. Nope. No regrets.
Thing is. I have always been a hyper optimist. (Eh, Saw Kee? Chien Yi?)
Whatever happens, happens for a reason.

A lifetime.

That's a very long time. To keep on regretting.
And yet too short. To truly live passionately.