It feels just like yesterday (that must have been a very long night though), when we marched to camps from all over the nation. For 200 days, we have become become friends to those we never knew. We have pitched a tent in a place we never imagined to call home. Some of us have probably eaten foods we wouldn't have had access to on a normal day. Some of us have never been away from home this long. Who would ever imagine 200 days has done by?
Just like a friend predicted, it would be really hard making an entry into my diary everyday. I knew I would miss a few days but I never envisaged that they would be so much. This is a special shout out to those who keep at something for so long. Bloggers, friends that send daily broadcasts, and people who constantly share inspiring stuff everyday without missing one out. It's not like they have nothing else to do. They usually do, but they have made a commitment to being consistent. That is a rare commodity. There is always an excuse for being consistent, however, consistency itself is the ability to remain consistent in spite of the excuses.
These 200 days remind me that, we have come a long way. We have fewer days that we have spent already. This, for one, is good news. However, it also sends chills down my spine. I don't want to recall the very big resolutions and promises I made at the beginning. It makes me feel guilty. But taking a cue from a popular preacher by the name Bill Britton, "if I had my way, I would not return to the past. The opportunity to start over cannot outweigh the things I have learnt." No matter how much we love to go back to the past and make corrections, there are things that we have added-knowledge, friends, lessons, experiemces- that isn't worth loosing. I will rather move on with hope.
