Tuesday, July 17, 2007

My best-est best friend told me to be positive.

On monday afternoon, I peeled off a small little piece of meat/skin off my left hand. At first, there was nothing. Then blood started to ooze out from that small little hole. I didn't realise that until I had walked for about a few minutes.

It continued to bleed all the way until I reached home. I took a nap. Then I woke up. Blood was still flowing out from that small little hole. I told Mum about it. Mum helped me to put a plaster around it.

All of a sudden, I was really touched. I unconsciously reminisced about how Mum used to meticulously clean my wound when I was young and injured myself. Images and feelings of how my fears and pain were overcome by Mum's care, concern and touch were all that I thought and felt. These images gushed through my mind like a flood gate which had been opened after a few decades. The mixture of feelings - touched, bliss, yet sad were so overwhelming that I nearly couldn't control the tears which were brimming in my eyes.

I felt that I'm blessed.

This was the wound with the plaster. There was still blood coming our from the hole after more than five hours.

It's really sad to read the news and find out that many young people are committing suicide.

Life is really precious.

Even a small little ant struggles and tries to crawl away when you try to kill it.

That's how important life means to ants.

Maybe they're better living things than us.

'And it's hard to remember that we're alive for the last time.' from Modest Mouse, "Lives"