It's always difficult for people to realise the hardship others went through. It is even more tough to express it through words unless you are indeed a person who is very literate, having a excellent command of your language. Well, ever since i was born, there have been many disasters happened throughout these years, yet non of them touches me more than this. I'm not very sure why i'm so emotional this time. Or maybe it's a time, a period of change, a moment of transformation in myself to realise the preciousness of lives. We always see people complainings this and that, most of the time, we ignored or maybe on the contrary, support them. Now that i have regretted, i regret to complain when i see the determination of victims and the casualties been buried under tonnes and tonnes of rubble. The burden on them were then actually not an obstacle, they were the stepping stones to spur their will to live on. They put their trust on the army who work almost 24hours around the clock trying to salvage any form of lives within the piles of collapse houses and office buildings. Often, we see the lack of purpose of studying, or it's too bored doing it day after day,week after week, year after yeart. Yet when we compare ourselves to those people to die holding a pen in their hand...... i could feel the shame on myself as if someone just gave me a tight slap across my cheeks. It'a a wake up call. Treasure our chance, cherish the opportunites, make use of every second that we have while our hands are still warm and capable of making a difference not only to us,it's to others around us. Our purpose of life sometimes is not only for us, it's for others too! I see stories of a man struggle through 30 years doing the same job alone. When people asked him what spur him to stay at his post for this long, what's your purpose of life then? The man answer was simply, it's for my family.
