A Tangible Realisation of the Intangible

As the school year (which ends with summer vacation) draws to a close, there is an <a href="javascript:alert('The feeling you get when your evil mother-in-law drives your brand new car over a cliff');" title="Definition" onMouseOver="window.status=' What is Ambivalence '; return true"; onMouseOut="window.status=' Real life definition '; return true" >ambivalence</a> in the air.
On one hand summer vacation is always a good thing. A great thing. Three whole months of doing whatever one might wish. For geeks like us, it's three months of freedom to beef up our websites, learn new technologies, earn a little cash to fuel our need for expensive little gadgets while the rest of the world bakes in the glorious sunshine.
Yet the end of the school year signals a close not only to school, but also to the many relationships that have been forged around it. Some friends graduate while others find jobs that require them to be far away. Some others head for graduate school. The strong metal jaws of time pry us apart, and we inevitably go our separate ways.
I've had the privilege of getting to know a number of wonderful people this semester, and it saddens me to know that most of my relationships cannot be like that of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. We grow up, we move on, some may say without as much of a hint of regret. I find myself unable to stand before this plight stone-faced and emotionless, for the prospect of possibly never seeing these people again draws so very near.
So to Michael, who heads north to work for the <a href="" target="_blank">three blue men</a>, I wish you godspeed. It has been an honour to know you, and to work alongside you. I have the feeling that our paths may yet cross again someday.
To Pauline, who takes the burden of endless cheerfulness upon herself everyday. I'll miss you. May you find the source of all joy, so that your heart will never grow weary again. Thank you for being so generous with your smiles and laughter.
To Chau who aspires to be a modern-day Mother Teresa. May you always fly with His healing in your wings.
There are so many more I could have known better and deeper. Though I regret not having done so, at the same time I am relieved. The burden of separation would have been too heavy to bear, and the grief too close to endure.
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