A little whisper in the dark

Losing something

Every now and then we might lose something by accident. A treasured possession, a relative, a favourite shirt, whatever. The suddeness and unpredictability of it happening means that we often do not see it coming until it has happened.

I used to own a book which I brought everywhere with me; one day I left it behind in the school assembly square after dismissal, and I never found it. I also could not buy the same book again. A small loss, but nonetheless sudden and irreplaceable.

What of loss that are impending? Is it not like a death-row prisoner waiting for the day he sees the gallows for the first and final time? Is it not like a patient stricken with an incurable disease, knowing he has but months to live?

I wish I didn't have to know. I wish I did not have to lose.

I wish I could be strong.

posted by Chung Leong @ 7:03 AM