It’s that time of the year again when people leave, cross mountains cross seas to further their studies or whatever it is they do.
So it’s also that time of the year when e-mails flow in and out of your mailbox like water…but this usually lasts for like a few months before everyone gets lazy and can’t be arsed enough anymore. Then you stop keeping in touch with each other till you both meet up again.
But what happens if you don’t meet for like 3 years?
One day, you remember that you have that friend across the mountains and seas, and you send XYZ a mail, hoping that he/she hasn’t changed his e-mail address, and you constantly check your inbox to see if he/she has replied.
In every mail, especially one like this, there’s always the rhetorical question…”What’s up?” or something to that extend.
And you always expect the other to say “Nothing much..” or again, something to that extend.
But one day you learn that he/she is NOT okay.
Infact, everything turns out wrong. So wrong that life feels like a joke you’ll never get.
A 19 year old diagnosed with leukimia/lymphoma is definitely NOT nothing much.
Suddenly images and reminiscences of the time you’ve spent together flows into your head. The fact of how lousy a friend you are hits you in the head.
I should have stayed in touch…
I should have called him/her more…
I should have went to that party…
I should have said yes when he/she wanted to watch that movie…
But it’s all too late. Knowing you can’t possibly fly a 1000 miles away from home, all you can do is sit, re-read the mail over and over again, and start thinking if both your paths will ever cross again…
To YOU, don’t give up. Life surprises us. For the bad or good, it never fails to surprise us. Even if we’re a 1000 miles apart, we’re looking at the same sky, at the same hope. Our prayers will be there by your side, and everything will turn out just fine. Life ain’t that cruel.
When the sun rises tomorrow, everything will be better. I promise you.