Before Tomorrow Ends

It feels strange writing this, knowing that tomorrow is my last day of school. The last day of corridors that felt too loud at 9am, the last day of pretending I wasn’t mentally counting how many months were left, the last day of being the version of me that existed inside these walls, and the last day of reflecting over the fun I had with the people who cared and the events I loved.

Maybe what makes this ending feel even stranger is that two weeks ago, I was lying on the road after a bike accident, staring at the sky and trying to process how fast things can change. I injured my arm pretty badly, and even now, simple things still hurt more than they should. Some movements feel unfamiliar, like my body is still catching up with reality.

But weirdly, it didn’t stop me. I think what surprises me most is how different I feel standing at this ending compared to who I was before. Because if you asked me a few months ago who I was, I probably would’ve given you a very complicated answer. One filled with overthinking and stress. Maybe I would've cried, depended, or even clung on to every piece of connection I could get.

But now? Now I think I finally understand something. Sometimes you don’t “find yourself” in big moments. You just quietly become someone new while living your life, and for me, that happened through three very random, very simple things.

Running and surprisingly....Tennis? 

Quite funny…right? I mean, who would’ve thought I’d be into sports…haha. But jokes apart, I just started running and playing tennis because I felt like moving. Once you start liking the version of yourself that keeps going, something shifts quietly inside you. 

And I think that says a lot about who I’ve become. I feel like I’m stepping into something stronger, steadier, and a lot more sure of myself than I’ve ever been before.

But a few things will never change, I will always be the little cheerful, maybe a bit moody girl and someone's favourite dinosaur. 

Love,  (sole reason I did this is cause I sent this as my portfolio to NUS as a passion, please accept me)
Mridini


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