我回到家以后，无意中回想起一名作家毛姆曾经写道: [一个人要是踏进水里，他游泳游得好不好，是无关紧要的。反正他得挣扎出去，不然就得淹死。]
风刮得再强，还是会有平息的时候。
雨势载猛烈，最终还是会停歇。
我们应该知道自己在做什么，无论我们付出多少，只要每次付出都是用生命去体验，就应该好好珍惜。

人生不能一退缩，只好生活中每一步都踏得深深，再大的风雨也不能摧毁我们曾走过的足迹。。。


Life is unfair.
We shouldn't shortchange ourselves further.

It’s approximately 8pm now. 12 hours from now, the sun will be up, students will be in school, parents will be on their way to work and yet another day has begun.It’s often good to realize that we can't assume that these 12 hours will come.

What if they don't?
If we knew that 12 hours is all we have left, after which we, and all the people we ever knew would be reduced to memories, will we do what we are planning to do? Will we regret treating certain people in certain ways? Will we want to say sorry to those we let down? Or even assure those who might doubt our love for them?
It’s more commonly known as living as though there was no tomorrow. Would we be thus impatient to those close to us, knowing that it might very well be the last time we're seeing these individuals?

I guess not. The best in human nature is only exhibited when we know that this is the last. That’s the thing about human beings isn't it?

All we bother about is the last. We only realize at the very end, that if there were no tomorrow, whom would I want to see, for one last time, in the last few hours. Of course our families are one group we will want to be with, and thank them for being such wonderful parents/siblings in our lives.

Of course should there be a last sunrise, for those who've felt the greatest of all emotions known to mankind, the one whom we'd spend the last minutes with, is none other than the one whom we proclaim to love beyond boundaries, and promised to love for eternity. Though these promises might no longer mean anything to the other party, and if they did, the last minutes of our consciousness would be spent with nothing but the memories made to last forever.

At those last moments, will we forgive the ones we once loved, or face destruction holding on to the belief that those feelings that once burned so strongly that they left a scar in our hearts have vanished into thin air forever? For those who made their mistakes once, will we lower our pride, to admit our mistake in exchange for the last few moments of bliss, to admit that the feelings since then had never burnt out, and show to those we really love, what it means to say, "I love you".

What would you do with your last few moments?