A Time for Everything
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
-Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
As the youngest member of our family, I've seen all my elder sisters grow up and move out for college. Everytime somebody leaves the door, and my companions in our room are lessened until I was left with myself, a tear would never fail to roll down on my cheeks.
And now, my time has come. It is finally my turn to clean out my closet, pack my belongings, say goodbye to my bed and move out to college.
I started packing my luggage 3 days ago. I dont know.. But I just tend to get emotional when it comes to leaving and saying goodbye.
But i guess, this is it. I'm leaving tomorrow. I'll sleep in a new bed, do homework on a different desk and store my clothes in a different closet.
Goodbye Bacolod. :)
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
-Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
As the youngest member of our family, I've seen all my elder sisters grow up and move out for college. Everytime somebody leaves the door, and my companions in our room are lessened until I was left with myself, a tear would never fail to roll down on my cheeks.
And now, my time has come. It is finally my turn to clean out my closet, pack my belongings, say goodbye to my bed and move out to college.
I started packing my luggage 3 days ago. I dont know.. But I just tend to get emotional when it comes to leaving and saying goodbye.
But i guess, this is it. I'm leaving tomorrow. I'll sleep in a new bed, do homework on a different desk and store my clothes in a different closet.
Goodbye Bacolod. :)
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