knowing something is temporary is the worst feeling, all the transient moments eventually lift our mood but the idea still holds us back-it won't last forever, or what if it's not meant to? knowing that you might not be able to roam around the same corridors, hangout with friends, have tea and lunch sessions and play as a unit. no matter how much fun it is, the acknowledgement of this ephemeral time constantly knocks the anxiety rooted within you. you prepare yourself for all the consequences-mental or physical yet you're uncertain of your resilience, still being dubious if you can endure it or not. and, the worst thing is not letting go but the fear of starting back again, walking through a new place, meeting new people and knowing that you've to make it through, willingly or unwillingly.