tuesdays with morrie

it's weird, isn't it? how i can be so emotionless at something like an o-level, when i cry when i read tuesdays with morrie?

i found it in a library. the school library, to be exact. it was just a book. one that i picked up. it might have seemed just like another book. but this book is the only one that made me appreciate life, the way it is now. i used to see life with a critical eye, from a narrow-minded, self-conscious point of view. now i see these as minor, trivial matters, with a detached feeling. this book tends to do that to you. well, it's ironic actually. crying when it is about a man trying to live his life the best way he can. i guess i can never do that. i take things for granted. i take life for granted. death is just a faraway part of life, something that i dont think i will see soon. in a way, it has changed my life, because i know, that it has made a great impact on me. it's not just plain weeping or sobbing. it's an overwhelming feeling which seizes you, which makes you feel sad that the person who had played such a big part in the book, in the reader's life, had passed away.this was a person who knew how he wanted to die, who embraced it, and didn't run away. i guess i would never have such courage. i would have run away, hiding from what i knew, deep inside, was reality. i guess reading this book tests you that way. it encourages you to think about your current life, and reflect about living.are you living the way you want your life to be? are you trading the wrong values in life? of course, when i say it here, it does not produce the intended effect. but reading the actual text will. the heartwarming, yet heartwrenching in another sense, never gives you the feeling that you are left out, but instead grabs you as you turn the pages, making sure you understand every one of morrie's lessons. life is overflowing in the book, and when you're done...




plain emptiness fills you up.




what now? do i start? where? how? when?



the thing is, do i even dare?