When you’re young you’re immortal. You’re a superhero, soaring through the sky, careless and free. But sometimes life deals you a bad hand. A dear one, one of your peers, is taken from you, harshly and abruptly. You’re left with millions of questions, things left unsaid, laughter forever suspended in mid air.
What is the meaning of life? What are we left with? What is the point?
The point is to enjoy the time we have here, however short and fleeting it may be. To watch the first spring buds and blossom with them every year. To lean your head back in the rain and let it wash your troubles away. To reach out your hand and gently catch the first snow flake, reveling in it’s delicate beauty. To quietly sit in a wheat field and listen to the wind whispering around you. To enjoy the smile of friends and the laughter of children. To let go of pride, vanity and let all the poison vanish form your soul. To cherish the sweet memories of childhood and the good old times.
To let go of regret, even if you didn’t get the chance to say “Goodbye”, way back on 26th of September 2002.
You forced me to learn so much, Cătălin. The price was too high, but at least we didn’t let it go to waste. We still remember you. We still miss you.