The Same But Different
So much has changed, but at the same time, nothing has changed
Firework after firework shot up the sky. It was the same two years ago. Everything was as it was, but at the same time, nothing stayed the same.
Two years ago, the band came to our Christmas Party. It was in university, the open field. People flocked to the open space. It was our last Paskuhan in college. We were singing along with the bands, with Ben&Ben and Callalily, and Silent Sanctuary. It was one of the best nights of our lives.
And now, so much has changed. But at the same time, everything was as it was. Two years later, we were in the open field again. People surrounded us. We were still the same group of people, the same group of friends. But we’re in a different phase of our lives. The problems we had two years ago, finding a job, defending our thesis, and passing the boards, were all that — in the past. Instead, we were talking about our students, the different teaching approaches we use, our love lives and situationships, and our plans for the future. Everything has changed, yet at the same, everything was as it was.
I hope it stays that way. It’s a dumb and illogical hope, I know. But when the time comes we meet in that open field, during Christmas, with the bands singing their songs and playing their instruments, I truly hope everything stays the same, even if everything has changed.
