The Circle Game

And the seasons, they go round and round

And the painted ponies go up and down

We’re captive on the carousel of time

We can’t return, we can only look behind

From where we came

And go round and round and round

In the circle game

Life is a series of yesterdays, a string of memories appreciated in times of quiet reflection. We gaze at the past only to wish that we had held on, reveled in the moment, stayed present instead of propelling ourselves ahead. But we’re programmed otherwise. We’re programmed to feel unsettled when we stay in one place for too long.

Yesterday I graduated from college.

Today I am back home where I started.

Tomorrow I will start my life as an alumna, and then life as a working adult.

I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t hurt.

We’re programmed to feel unsettled when we stay in one place for too long. Four years went by in a blink. I should have held on, reveled in the moment, stayed present instead of propelling myself ahead. Four years and poof, over, just like that. College is now a series of yesterdays, a string of memories I appreciate in times of quiet reflection. But instead of feeling regret and sadness, I'm starting to realizing something exciting. These yesterdays will undoubtedly shape tomorrow. These yesterdays will shape today. All is not lost -- we carry our past with us as we forge ahead.

Life goes round and round and round. It's a circle game.