To jump or not to jump.
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Why do we need to lose certain things, only to realise its importance to us? When it has always been there, we take it for granted, assuming it’d always be there, assuming it’s presence is 理所当然. And then when we lose it, we mourn and regret.
My uncle has battled with cancer for two years and he passed away one week ago. I’ve seen my cousins’ fb statuses, saying how much they miss him, regretting not having a recent picture with him, wanting to give him a hug… But these things can only stay as regrets now. :/
To be honest, when I went back home last summer, I’ve hugged my parents more compared to the last few years, probably because leaving home has made me realise how much it means to be at home. And I remember this one particular time, when my dad was upset about something, I’ve had to gather up my courage for about 10 minutes to walk up to him and gave him a hug. I think it’s quite unfortunate that we don’t express our love to our family openly. I mean, how many times do we say I love you to our parents/siblings? How many times do we give them hugs? We just assume they know because they are our family.
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Probably it’s the exam stress, my lacrimal glands’ activity has increased recently.
I always say to myself: We gain some, and we lose some.
Certain things have to be worked for, things are not going to miraculously change when you do nothing about it.