Hard Year

What are you thinking about if I say four digits, that is… Two-zero-one-one. We can say two thousand and eleven. Is it year? Or cool year? Or cool number? Or many digits? Or HARD YEAR?

2011 yeah that’s all. Very H-A-R-D. Hard to face. Hard to understand. Hard to get the easiest way.

I must move but I don’t want to go. I passed but I don’t want to away. I must find but I don’t want to cry. I must leave but I don’t want to say goodbye. Where’s “good” from “goodbye”?

I must move from High School and go to University. I passed my exam and away from my happiness of play with my friends. I must find my dream and need to cry to get that. I must leave my high school and say goodbye to my second family.

I’ll miss my best teacher. I’ll miss my lovely chair. I’ll miss my chairmates too. I’ll miss my love story actually. I’ll miss my super best friends. I’ll miss my entertainers. Then, I’ll face my real life. I’ll face the way to my dream. I’ll face many dares to fight my future. I’ll be missed my time to play a game.

Just let it go. Just let it flow. Just pray and be grateful for all. I know that God will give the best. For me. For us. For all.