I still remember when I was in primary 5, my Mandarin teacher taught something which was very philosophical to us, a group of ten-year olds. She said to make one's life meaningful was to be able to leave something worth for the remembrance of the others. I did not know why it nailed into my mind.

When I started to experience life, the teaching was always at the back of my mind. Though I've stopped using Mandarin for a long time, I still remember what she said once. However, to leave a mark in the journey is not as easy as I thought once, especially when I've been witnessing the passing away of people around me.

What is in life? Well, it's very subjective. Some may be happy with a typical and mundane family life, some may wish for some sparks or glamorous moments, some may just want to do what they like as if they are not connected with the others, some may just watch life passing away...

I think I wish to touch life. I don't think I'd mind if I'm forgotten. Anyway, I'm just a passer-by; besides, I don't really remember the people whom I've met. I'm lazy to remember the names but not their faces. I'll appreciate them as they've made up the rich tapestry of my life. Life is actually pieced up by the people we've met and emotions are the colours and shines added to it.

Thinking of the people in my life. I still remember them vividly. Tomorrow is the day my uncle left us a year ago. I remember him as the one who had to carry me when I was discharged from the hospital after my 'great fall'. The time when I lost my ability to walk, he was there to carry me. The last time I visited him in ICU I saw him being carried by the nurses. He looked old and aged. I've never seen him so frail and aged.