Klint's

Why do we make friends if we will strain? Why do we love if the love will wane? Why do we start if we will finish? Why were we born if we will still die? What has nature got against consistency? It's been exactly two weeks since I graduated from the University. At first, it was surreal; I knew I had done something that would turn out to be great... I just didn't know the exact emotions to feel. Of course, I was happy and probably excited but really, I didn't know how to channel my excitement. I did the customary thing with my friends; went out and gulped down the contents of a couple of green bottles. As if that was not enough, the days that followed were replete with what you'd ordinarily refer to as fun; there was a lot of dancing, drinking and low level partying. But then, I knew deep down that there was more to life as a graduate than the booze and dance. I knew a lot was going to change and I didn't think (I still don't think) I was ready for the