Right at that moment you thought you broke through...

Upon passing by graduation ceremonies, I'm dosed with a rosey scene of future life. They've got the friends, they've got the enemies. Heck, they even have a bouquet of roses, real rosey. Their parents fawn over every little accomplishment, categorizing each in a nice spreadsheet format, ready for distribution to other family members or prestigious job-giving 'affiliates of the extended family' and smiling every second. In transit, I kind of feel like a fish swimming up stream for no real reason. No roses, No big hugs, No rosey sense of accomplishment. As all that sweat pours over the human you thought you were, you really notice you're just giving in to that happy feeling of being rewarded for something you didn't do. After all, they feel that way too, although not nearly as aware that they don't deserve all those high fives and placarded kisses on the cheek. Roses were not meant for such shallow experiences.