I never ever thought I’d have to
be up here, in just my final laps of my quarter life - having to be grown up,
speaking adult thoughts from an adult head with a child’s heart in tow. But
then again, this isn’t something that can be thought about or be prepared for.
The sun still rises and sets, leaves continue to fall, the winds get stronger,
daylight is saved tonight and the traffic on the Airport junction round is
probably just the same, and things... Keep going- in this circle. Nothing stops
to let us catch our breath and decide who is what and what is meant to be right
and what is meant to be wrong or how things would have been.
But I know this simply isn’t the
time for regret, it’s the time for merriment of a girl’s maximum life. (Hhuhh…
I actually don’t know what does a girl’s maximum life means… But I believe I
have lived it. ) It is the time to exploit the life left over. Just a few
months ago, I came across a book, called the Joy of Cancer by Anup Kumar. At
first, I was why would there be any joy in cancer? But soon, as I started to read
the book I saw the reason. Because if you actually look, there is always joy in
everything and there is always light.
I’d like to leave with a few
thoughts that I’m sure none wanted or showed no interest to know. Of course, I’ll
miss me, my life and especially as my living on earth continues on, there’ll be
giant hole in everything that I do. But I will try not to be sorry for my loss.
I will not simply mourn about my loss because I am absolutely certain that I
have lived a life worth celebrating. I can pen down the RIP note on the last
page of my hand made papers diary:
‘Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent
land;
When you can no more hold me by
the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning
stay.
(Christina Rossetti)
I haven’t ever lost a book or misplaced a pen in my entire life. I was very careful that I haven’t lost a thing, in the past 20 years. But I don’t know why I misplaced my life!!!
