I was Plato (the person who reads something at mealtime), the day after our science field final, our last academic endeavor. The semester felt as though it was truly at its end. The air has been filled with a bit of sadness and a lot of nostalgia, and I thought this was an appropriate and somewhat comforting reading. I wrote the piece during the second night of my solo, just as night began.
The sun has set. The light is leaving. It is growing colder.
Every moment of our lives, every memorable afternoon, every kiss, every spiteful word, every sound, every feeling, every smell, every fantastic splendid magnificent sunset, is gone. They were only here for a moment. A moment infinitely short yet infinitely long. Time stands irrelevant. Each of them unique, spontaneous, happenstance. No matter how hard we try, we can never recreate them. Each of them composed of a million variables, a trillion galaxies aligned, never to occur again. Much of our lives are spent trying to recreate these moments, but there impossibly unique circumstances will never happen again. So much time spent trying to do what can’t be done. Time wasted, time that should have been spent making new moments. Let us cherish these moments as we live them, let us live each one out in its utmost entirety, let us live each day, rejoicing, celebrating, dancing, exalting its unrivaled and unfathomable individuality, then, let us go to bed, wake up, LIVE, and do the same the next day.
-Noah Stone
Portland, ME
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I wanted to recognize all students for their hard work on the blog this semester. I will truly miss reading all of your work, and more importantly, I will truly miss all of you. -AJ
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