My brother just graduated high school. The emotions are real. But my brother was very…blasé? I think that’s the word we need.
Graduations from his (and my) high school are fun. We had singers and gymnasts and fake snowfall during the show in the beautiful theatre downtown.
I guess the reason my brother brushed it off was because, to him, it was just a thing that happened. He was walking his path for his life and he didn’t want to loiter about and smell the roses. He wants to keep moving.
Or maybe that is a ridiculous explanation for an IDGAF mood.
But anyway. Keep moving forward. Maybe smell some flowers, maybe not. But enjoy the scenery as you go along; the beauty is in the journey after all.