some calming pills for me if I finally graduated later and not receiving one single greetings.

Okay, I feel you.

You’re worried from not receive any greetings from your loved ones, nobody else who will come to your post-thesis-defense brunch like everyone else did. You’re worried if you couldn’t be like other people. Because you already know you belongs to no one. You know that day will be coming soon.

Dear myself, listen to me.

It’s not about flowers and banners and grad belts. It is about how you can finish what you’ve started. It is not about how many people who congratulate you, giving you snapshots. It is about how you can fight against yourself to finally be free…for a while.

It is just about celebration. It is no longer freedom because you will later enter the jungle, harsh cruel reality in this world that you must face it by yourself. You’ll swallow your idealism a whole fist, and you may always gulped for every minute.

And then for a few minutes later you cried, melting down on the ground facing the mirror, wishing so much to go back to the moment and age when you were really struggling with your essays, when you were able to live your life at the fullest, cheeky love-life, when you didn’t worry about such a thing called bills, debt and paycheck and how crazy the groceries and properties price are.

Just celebrate it with modesty, raise the glass with a toast just for between you and yourself, then starting all over again from 0.