There are a few lines from a Guy Clark (Austin, TX songwriter) song called "Dublin Blues" that I think sum up the bittersweet end of college very well:
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so forgive me all my anger
forgive me all my faults
there's no need to forgive me
for thinking what I thought.
The mix is relatively morbid in my head right now. Everywhere I go I see the end of things, even with a new and exciting life just up ahead. A natural attitude, but still. I feel like I could look into a baby's face these days and right in the middle of being awed at all that raw potential see a death rictus superimpose itself over those features. This change of life feeling is one I think I'm too young to have experienced with any potency before.
What I wonder now is, do people feel this way constantly after the age of, say, seventy? I'm not sure I could stomach it. This quiet sadness just sort of spreads across the world. Maybe that's the real reason old people are slow and stooped. From carrying this knowledge that everything, everything ends. Everything.
Christ. I really need to go see a film or something, don't I?
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