This week has passed by in a blur actually. Spending days at the hospital does kind of make one lose track of time and date.
At any rate, am really
really glad that jc is recovering quickly! Hopefully he can be discharged soon..then everyone around him can breathe a sigh of relief. =)
Looking at his determination and strength, being so brave in facing such a situation...I wonder, if our roles were reversed and I was the one caught in this circumstance, will I be able to summon the same kind of courage?
And I wonder..Anyways, something occured to me the other day when I thought of the fine line between life and death. Incidentally, this was before jc's accident; I was just being a crybaby back home
home when I recalled all the memories and saw all the family photos.
All along I've believed in living each day like it's your last (although I don't actually do that), so that you won't have any regrets should you suddenly leave this world. But another thought came to mind just then.
I guess it's true that death is a form of escapism, especially for pple who view it as the solution to all their problems. That's how suicide cases come about, I suppose. And no, by saying that, I'm not advocating suicide nor running away from the problem. I just happen to agree with this view, cos' it's true that once someone dies, it's really those living who suffer.
Guilt over harsh words uttered, heartache at having lost the chance to say "I love you" one last time, happy memories which can no longer be replicated.
My
other perspective has somehow made me less afraid of death. I admit, I do fear it to a certain extent. I mean, I've always felt that I don't want to leave with things half undone, words not said, hugs not given, etc. I don't want to leave with regrets.
Even then, there's a silver cloud to this lining, ironic as it may sound. I guess death brings about a different kind of reunion.
Okay if you're reading till here and starting to worry, please
don't. I swear I'm fine. Really! Haha. Just that this topic sounds so...morbid.
Now that I think of jc's accident..it's reaffirmed what I've always thought of, that riding bikes is pretty dangerous. Even if you're a safe driver, it doesn't mean those around you are. Pretty much
heng suay I suppose. But right..I still want to learn to ride lehh. Haha. Those who know my mummy, please DON'T tell her I said this on my blog. You'll just be granting me early death, seriously. Lol.
Maybe if I can just find a way to learn without her knowing..hmm. Not like she'll ever give me the opportunity to really buy a bike and ride. But it's still a skill, nonetheless. And I've always wanted to try it haha. If only daddy learnt when he said he wanted to..how nice it'd be, father and daughter riding together and feeling the wind rushing towards them, the thrill of the entire experience. Just once and I'll be happy.
But it'll always remain just this, an unfulfilled dream. 
