Thinking of them...

I was a little sick in the past few days and I slept quite a bit, and had a lot of dreams. For some reason, I got really nostalgic in my dreams -- many people from my past appeared in the dreams and many lost opportunities to get to know them better ... it was very bitter-sweet, except when I woke up I got really sad and I just crawled back in bed and thought maybe I was dying and now my past was playing back like a movie. And I realized, in the past few years I haven't really fully engaged the people in my life as much as I did in my 20s, because I was afraid that one day they would be gone, just like the people in my life in my 20s, and I will just wake up one day a lonely old man with nothing but his memories. As I looked out the window and watched the street lamps flickering in the early morning mist, I'm I am so eager to see my parents again, and soon they, too, will be just part of my memory. And I should cherish every moment I have with them.