As I stood in bedside tonight, looking at the earnest faces around, I wondered- what is my treasure? What do the people around me treasure?
We attend lectures in late evenings and extra bedsides during free time to learn more, we go for dinners and get-togethers to bond, we watch series after series for that hot actor/actress/brain-melting entertainment... what is it we treasure? What do we hope to gain?
I see that uncle with stomach cancer so bad he's under palliative care, lying on the bed smiling so kindly at me everytime I go to see him and make conversation, he and I both knowing I'm just trying to find words to say to fill the emptiness... The girl with a brain tumor of 11 years tells me how she tried to "go home to die" instead of undergoing a surgery because she is afraid of being in a vegetative state... No wonder people become surgeons. They want to know they're doing something meaningful, they want to truly make a difference.
I know I'm not making much sense. Nicholas Grace Sarah Terence Jun Yet Tim Christine Beng Sam Hui Ruan Evonne Jo Hans Li Jonathan Suks... i treasure you. I take comfort in the fact that people dun read my blog so this is safe.
from the treasure of the heart the mouth speaks.
3 comments:
I read your blog=)
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I know you love me =) I love you too! =D
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