Fresh from having just finished the fifth instalment of Herbert’s Dune novel, I am in a state of awe… what a magnificent body of work this is. How brilliant and truly vast this creation of his!
Sadness and that distinct feeling of queasy unease drowns me.
My life as it is now is almost a replica mirroring that of the book; just as the lives and the lines of lineage of the main antagonists have come to conclusion, so too the end chapter of chapters in reality.
Four and a half years of serial, unending academic semesters, stretched over what must be a gruelling five long years at the very least: that chapter of my life has now come to rest. Thousands of kilometres, back and forth. Back and forth.
For so many times now, I have begged for this moment. This the beginning of my life. Free to do what I want, free to go where I please, free from academic shackles and the curse of exams... the prospect of failure and repercussions, dangling dangerously close to the edge of sanity, is at last, no more.
Free at last!
Free! Free …to dive straight into the ever greater pressures and responsibilities that await in life.
The scary question now thus beckons: what now? What now, oh goodness what now?
Safely nestled in the warm protective folds of home, the lovely sense of comfort and security is truly intoxicating.
Ah such contentment you have bred for me to grow into!
So it is over.
So it is ended.
A frenzy of alcohol, a flurry of fine food, a small entourage of coursemates —comrades in battle, wonderful friends truly, a mutual struggle once shared—, and then a life packed into two large suitcases, a twin-engined triple seven and… Home, straight into the warm protective arms of home and the ones loved.
So it has.
So it must be.
