I want to shed a little tear. It seems like a good day to cry. I miss my old life. I don’t know if others do. I know I needed to move on. What I didn’t realize was that I would miss it so much. I think it is familiarity and the comfort that I miss the most. We all want to move on to a better position, sometimes not knowing whether the place we finally end up at is in fact better. Reminiscing the past is probably not the best thing for me to do right now. I cannot but help it and ponder over the journey I have taken thus far.
A friend from school, lost her dad recently. While my own parents are visiting me right now, I often wonder when will it be their last visit. One day I am going to get the dreaded phone call. At times like this, one cannot but help wonder about the fragility of life and how much we covet it. I sent a text message to this friend. I don’t even know if she got it. I can only hope she knows, how much I want to be there for her. It seems like a good day to cry not because I know loss, but I definitely feel the pain.