Driving home one afternoon, I listened to songs over the radio. There’s this song “Don’t Speak” which came out in the late 90’s when we were still in med school. This was actually one of our favorite songs that my friend and I would often stop walking just to listen to it. At that time it did mean something to me and listening to it now I was reminded of the bittersweet memories of my angst-riddled schooldays.
I have really been through quite a lot since those years. I had even forgotten the feelings that I kept bottled inside me for fear of being ridiculed or ostracized. The all too real pain kept me awake late at night cursing my fate and making me pray for oblivion. But now it all seems so long ago and somehow surreal. Maybe because it was only me and my journals who knew about it. Maybe the frustration that I was subjected to in the recent years drove everything else out of my mind. And even that is starting to fade from my memory, driven out by the worries of day to day living.
When I reflect on all these things, I discover that life’s pain or joys only last for just a fleeting moment. All our triumphs and failures, our problems, our worries and even our lives can be gone in just a blink of an eye. What good then will it do to be obsessed with so many things in life? It is better to live each day as it comes, to cherish the good times and deal with the bad times the best way we can.
