Time is Gold

4-9-22

For a very long time, I stepped, here again, to the place where my senior high school alma matter was located—Marikina City.

It was past half of 3 when I witness how this golden ray of light illuminated the clock tower. Memories started to flashback—this was the very place where my friends and I used to wait for each other whenever there was group work.

I'm meeting my friends again here, not because of school work, but rather to catch up and try to fathom how the Pandemic took away our remaining time in our stressful but fulfilling senior high school journey.

While waiting, I feel unfortunate about how things ended in our school (we did not experience a graduation ceremony.) If I can only turn back time, maybe I cherish the remaining moment with my classmates back then.

We maybe have different lives now, but I'm sure everyone misses all the memories left at the first room, third floor, MT building.

Time is indeed gold.