And so comes the end of things.
I would boldly say that this semester is coming quickly to a close, and no one would dare argue with me. However, it is for vastly different circumstances that I find myself dreading its final nature. For, as things cease to be an everyday part of life, they, in some way, shape, or form, cease to exist with certainty. Surely everyday life is uncertain enough, but as an individual, one works to reinforce the security possible, so as to preserve whatever hope of continuity is possible.
This evening was as successful as I thought this evening could possibly be, and yet, I am overwhelmed with the uneasiness that the close of this term will bring me. I earnestly yearn for some sort of security, some ease in the pang of change, and some solid resolution that life will not be so restless and domineering of the things I seek out.
On a relatively unrelated note, the epic Night of Bridal seemed to run the way I had hoped it would. It seemed well-received, and I'm eager and hopeful that Friday will prove similar in quality.
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