looking helplessly at my uncle, whos bandaged up due to countless of operations, tubes being sticked everywhere, lying on the hospital bed breathing harder than ever, just trying to catch every breath. standing there looking at him, and it seems to me that he's looking back with his half-opened red bloodshot eyes trying to greet me and want to show hospitality. But apparently, all he can do is lie there motionless tolerating the pain of his swollen body.
does he even want us to visit him and look at his really bad condition?

we humans are just so fragile and he's being owned by a bunch micro organisms. the last time i really looked in his eyes, shook his hands, was at CNY. the thought of visiting him after CNY never came across my mind. he was the one who looked after me when i was a little kid. cooking simple dishes of food for me everyday.

he is a really good man. an overly happy-go-lucky man. a totally optimistic man. thanks to the devotion of religion, it gave him nothing but trouble. and now, lying there. wouldn't say religion is something bad, but being over-addicted in something isn't that good either.
as the saying goes " u reap what you sow " it doesnt work that way for religion i guess. he dedicated his life, his wealth, his time to the "god". what has he got in return?
lying on the hospital bed, with the risk of leaving us any second. what is god.

if anyone of us is god. common sensically, we would do all we can to help dont we? the man lying there now is a good man for fck sake.
so does god really exist or just something, yeap, SOMETHING we turn to when we cant face the facts.

is god even someone?

but ultimately, i wish all the best for that uncle of mine. at least let me speak to him/communicate with him for one last time.



life is brittle. Cherish.
when 1 is there, we dont notice it, but when 1 is not there anymore, we will feel the difference



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