I got this phrase from my memory, not from some "famous quotes" engine or a newspaper article. The memory, in turn, was plucked from a discovery channel special about 2 years ago depicting the lives of patriotic army men who fought for their country during peak of World War 2.
It was a time where the once mighty powers of europe were in the Nazi’s hands and the only remaining hope rested on the shoulders of Great Britain. It was believed that the bloody battle which took place in the airspace of the island was the sort of battle that determined the final outcome of the war. It was crunch time for the RAF. But, as history spectacularly put it, Great Britain and the fight for free will prevailed. Then, sometime in 1942, he famously said: "This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning".
Everything has its ending. But do we really know when the end would ultimately befall upon us? You have my assurance that I don’t. I used to think that if I tried my best to savour a wonderful moment, it would somehow be remembered by me for the rest of time. I was wrong. I found out that the more you try to make a moment "live forever", the faster it evaporates inside your head and floats out your ears. Instead, the little things you do tend to sneak its way into the permanent memory. For instance, even if I try to summon a particular memory from a trip i enjoyed, it was merely a vague, blurred-out snippet. Minor events such as getting stuck at a mickey shop’s stairway with my cousins during a big storm while waiting for my dad to rescue us, cycling through the busy roads with my cousins back in my dad’s hometown, etc… These are the ones that i can recall vividly. The time, the details, the people… all blended together and tucked into a corner inside my head. It’s weird, how these things happen. Yeah, that’s why truth is definitely weirder than fiction.
As much as I want to dwell on them, I have a present life to live. A life that would carve the way for my future life.
We must move on. That’s the way things work around here.
I have to say that blogging had its moments, but the time has come for me to look for greener pastures across the river to give me more leeway in some sense. Tones of assignments,presentations,final exam,role play are still pending.**my superhero please rescue me again**
Like I said, it is just the end of the beginning.