Thursday, April 26, 2012 (Life Experience)

I don't want to admit the cruel truth, yet it's indeed the truth. A famous host once wrote his son a letter, which was then spread out through the media. The father shared his lessons from life experiences and warned his son not to repeat the same mistake. The sentence impressed me the most was "Whether you love or not, we won't meet in afterlife." I feel empathy and whole-heartily agree with the father. Desperation immediately pours in my heart. I feel disconsolate that I can never ever meet my family again, especially my parents. They love me so much and sacrifice so much. But I'm never a thoughtful daughter. I should truly treasure the time spending with them since I don't have another chance to become their daughter. Life is brief. Anything happens. I can barely understand the meaning of "man proposes; God disposes", but I get it abruptly. I never know what will happen in the next moment, perhaps a disaster which takes away people's lives easily. I demand myself to treasure the time spending with my family because I don't want to regret. Regret past misdeeds won't bring my family alive.