Suspend

Dear Id, The time has come. Once again. When you must suspend all materials of your immaturity. It is okay to be cocky and fun-loving. It is your id after all. But perhaps not right now. As there is a significant obstacle ahead. One that plays an important role in your Bildungsroman. One that determines how you shall run and journey in this perilous world: as an intangible asset or a fallacious hindrance. I know that you feel education is arduous. I understand how you feel that the world is full of jeopardy which is reality. You cannot always drift in your sea of emotions; you have to see that the world does not consist of 100% sea. There is land. Land for us to venture on. Land for us to live on. For now, suspend your emotions of joy and despair. Suspend all the elations and elegies in your heart. Be prepared to enter what technology calls it "hibernation mode". As I mention suspend, I do not mean 'dispose'. Rather, I mean 'preserve'. You are still needed some time later. When your friends need you. When they want you. And so, let me take over you. Remember how I got you into this school? Remember how I once took over you four years ago? I shall reiterate that the time has come. Preserve these four-years memories if you want to. I am only in charge of busting you up to a steady future. I am only responsible for your future career and profession. Neither your polished social life nor ephemeral love-talks. You can count on me, for I shall vow an internal promise only between the both of us: that we will survive this as one. Rest well and try your best not to wake up in the middle of these three weeks. A conquistar o morir! ~~~Ego