philosophy

This is my grandma. In this picture, you do not see a tunnel linking from her kidney to a plastic irine bag.

Thank you grandma, for finally taking that operation.

She said easily, cheerfully: “Now I don’t have to worry about finding a toilet when going anywhere.”

Were I in her shoes, I confess, I would not have that courage to keep living. But I may have to, like her.

If only standing on my own, death is the best solution to all my pain through living, and it cancels all my responsibilities, denies all my faults. Selfishly my own life is the heaviest burden I’m loath to carry.

Nevertheless I fear death. I fear the leaving of anyone who can help me, support me so I can shift my duty or punishment to a scapegoat. Selfishly how precious are their lives to me!

The purpose of life is not complex. We all live for those who love us. “I can’t live without you” is more than lyrics, is the real relationship among human spices.

The decision of survive is more or less the virtue of prudence?

Speaking of prudence, I remember my friend’s dairy.

When I was 25,I met a 30-year-old man. He said he found someone worth loving, and smiled to me.

I felt an umbrella over my head, I followed him when going out together, wearing what he considered fit, eating what he considered yummy…

But we didn’t last, he said there was something missing between us.

When I grew up to 29, I realise that I’ve always been looking for someone like him. Someone who is thoughtful, considerate and most importantly, has his own point of view.

I caught up with my 29, whereas fell behind his 30.

If only he could meet me of today…

He’s got his family…

I replied to her: you are fortunate than me.

When I was 14, I took all my father’s words as nonsense. I never ask for him until a rescue is beyond my capability. Then he comes: “Don’t worry, leave it to me.”

When I grew up to 24, His every prediction became true, including my regret.

I realise I’ve always for a wise man like him.

He is no longer giving me any guidance however I wish he would,

For me, there is no second one like him, never.

As for you, If there comes a 35, what would you do?