I’m thinking, next semester, if I’ll make any new friends. Sometimes, life hands you some friends, and receive them without really bothering about how it was that you got them. You carry on living with them, and you don’t worry that someday, circumstances will change, and they won’t be as available to you as they now are. At the close of it all is when you start to worry. You worry about the gap that you’ll have to fill. You think back to when life hadn’t been so kind and you were traversing the world alone. It seemed alright. But this change; it plummets you into an discomforting well. I suppose it might be better if one not ponder this at all. All a person can do is to receive what he is given, and if none is, then settle with tranquility.