“It can’t rain all the time.”
— Brandon Lee
Time is running out. Maybe, as life stretches from a very simple point to an excessive complex one. The days seem so fast, or simply nothing important happen everyday. I get so anxious, on the downside, tremendously bored. I feel exhausted, unable to grasp a mouthful of good air. I forget to breathe and take a look around. On my first glance, there was Blessie.
It’s a bit funny to think that after several days of multifaceted thinking, I can’t imagine life without her. Keeping myself from self confinement won’t bring me little vindication on what I feel. There were people I ignored, I took for granted; moreover, forgot. I feel so bad, and one of them was Blessie. The constant phone calls were very much different lately. She was the one comforting me, giving me all the things words could defy. From my passive silence to my unpredictable sloppy way of thinking about things that she won’t understand, she listened. She gave me assuring words that I should halt from thinking too much. And yet, there is the sign of ingrate from me. I never knew she existed. It was like Alicia consoling her mad-capped husband John Nash in the tear-jerking film A Beautiful Mind. The series of near-lunacy I showed to her was enough to contemplate that I am so selfish and inconsiderate. I must be very sorry.
One night, it just happened that I sent a sappy text message to three persons. I gave momma, Dor and Blessie thoughts of extreme gratitude that I was still alive because of them. I just thanked God for giving me people to be at my side in times of troubles. I can’t help but shed some tears while clicking on the send button on the cell phone. Yes, Blessie replied that it’s best to count your blessings when you’re feeling totally down.
Yes, the extreme moments in my little lonely life makes it certain that God isn’t sleeping. I wonder if He will sleep after He knows that I’m alright. (100603) ®
