(Use Google translate if you need to understand her)
I've been reading almost every post Regine made, and I thought I shared some thoughts.
That blog evoked so many emotions, I don't know how to begin.
I am not trying to sympathized her or anything (okay, sympathized is not a good word) but, you understand. I don't think she wants sympathy, she wants people to hear her story.
The more I read her story, the more it made me feel, selfish.
Selfish that I usually only think about my own problems, which really is absolutely insignificant to what so many people out there are having to go through. As Marius said, when we were 18, did we even do anything significant to remember? Right there, did we just wasted our precious life away?
And above all that, I know that after reading this blog, in a few days, hours even. I'll go back to being my old selfish self. It is not like I have never heard of stories like this before. I have. We all have.
What makes this story any different?
Sure, it hurts reading it now, but will it still hurt next week when we are then again surrounded by our loved ones, happily enjoying the warm sunshine.
Did we change after reading all the previous blogs/movies/what-nots about other people's suffering?
No, not really.
If you did, what did you do? Did you donate more money to cancer research?
Do you really think that is enough?
What do you suggest I do?
Cry for her being? Do you really think she wants us to that for her?
If you could trade your life for hers, would you?
I believe now, that truth is.. we are selfish people, and we will probably die selfish too.
I know I sound negative right now, but I guess I am little bit disappointed at myself. Disappointed that I can only watch and read as her life gets much worse by the day. All I can do is watch as her world crumbles and falls apart. There is nothing more I can do.
I do know now, that sometimes I really need to count my blessings. Because I am so selfish, and I always want more more more from life. I always forget to look back and see, how I do have it quite good.
I don't see how it takes a dying girls perspective for me to understand how fragile life really is. I should stop wanting more, and begin... living.
We all really need to begin living. For we just might never know. :(
(Irony is : 2 minutes before I got to that link, I was just about to complain about how my day has been. That is definitely not happening today at least)