Final days (part two)

Can I accept it?
Shall I accept it?

Now, I am thinking: Had I become the Valedictorian, I could have been happier. Getting my desired position would have given me great satisfaction. Marching proudly as the Valedictorian could have been one enough reason to say, "Four years in high school was all worth it."

But being the Salutatorian is enough to say that I am happy. It is enough to be happy. It is a blessing from God that I should be thankful for. This position is enough to stand up with pride.

I have become sad, yes. But I did not cry after the deliberation. I don't cry. I am not crying. And I won't cry for not being on top. Everything is done. There is no use of crying over spilled milk. I cannot put back the hands of the clock.

My mind is open. I am a broad-minded person. I am open to the fact that somebody is better that I. I showed all the people that I did my best. But somebody's best was better than mine.

On the last few days I will be spending in school, all I want to do is be comfortable with everybody. Be happy and cheerful. I know that being the Salutatorian is not bad at all. Instead of feeling disappointed about the result, I'd rather be joyful as I show the people that I deserve to be one of the top five students of the Regular Class. And even though I was not able to fulfill my desire, I will still wear the white toga and white cap with happiness and contentment.

To GOD be the glory!