Life is just like the images we see on the surface of the lake. They look so real and beautiful; but, within seconds, they can vanish without traces.

People who have touched my life and have passed by but never stopped for long, are always kept in the bottom of my heart.

Each time I hear a death, I'll sramble and search through my memory for those I've kept dearly within me.

Yesterday I read a beautifully sad orbituary, and today I heard a death. The former is a stranger, and the latter's wife is my acquaintance. But, that is enough to disturb me. That is enough to push me to live my life to the fullest. That is enough for me to treasure my life more dearly.

Recently, I always feel the urgency to treasure every living moment. The brevity of life makes me more cautious and mindful of what I can give to the others.

I've tried bring such awareness to the people around me; but, sadly, they are oblivion to it. At times, I've grown impatient with them; on the other, I feel like giving them up. But, most of the time, I'm torn between to be or not to be.

Maybe, I should go away from all these for a while. I think I need some breathing space, just to forget what I'm doing now. No matter how much I would wish to help them, to change them, to help them to stirve on, I can do very little about everything. Maybe, I'm over-zealously involved myself in my work. and, that's suffocating.