Stand by me

The bad dream I had several days back, was one that totally made my heart sank. It was a mixure of lostness, helplessness and immerse despair. I could clearly remember every single scene. My parents were gone in an accident. There I was, kneeling down at the cold, hard hospital floor, mourning over the sudden news. I finally picked myself up, trying to get home at 6am plus in the morning. I remember taking the first train home, the cabin was real empty and I sat on the seat beside the reserved one. I was wondering how am I going to move on in life, all the minute details just popped into my mind. It made me realised how important my parents are in my life, how am I going to live without them. At that moment, tears came flowing down again, I was devastated. And out of nowhere, my mum's soul appeared on the empty reserved seat beside me. She was telling me I had to be strong, I am no longer a kid but now a grown up man. I could take care of myself. I started crying even more when that happened. I told her not to leave, not to leave when she havent see me accomplish things that I want in life, not to leave when I havent get a car to drive her around, not to leave when I havent even get married and have a grandchild for her.

I woke up, it was a dream, you wont know how relieved I was to know that it was a dream. I looked at the clock, it was 8 in the morning. I sat up on my bed. It's a sign, a sign to tell me to really cherish what's infront of me, instead of complaining bout things that doesnt come infront of me. You, my friend, should too.

It's bout what you have IN you, not what you have ON you.

Maturity taught me that.