Schools begin like every year … and all (or almost) students would like to be still in full summer… that dream of an endless summer.
After more than a decade that I have finished high school I often have the nightmare of having returned to schools … a constant “dream” in which I believe I have been rejected or be back with my studies.
It is paradoxical but I have no nostalgia for school years … perhaps only for university years where perhaps I regret not having managed the time between study and fun in the best possible way.
I am convinced that this world does not allow us to long regret childhood times, which are only affected by predistination. Our youth is more sacred than any loss of fate. My thinking is very difficult to believe but it is also the best way to take behind – though only a part of it – the past.