This morning I was just thinking, how could I bump into so many people with a young kid lately? Many of them are around the campus. Of course, the passionate instructors or other acdemic disciples are standing at very similar phase of life. We are starting our careers, making something to happen, supposed to get ready for everything, being prolific, and contribute what we have to this world.
Then I heard one of my friends back in college lost his mum on Chinese New Year’s Day. She passed out in her brother’s home, and never got back. My friend, as the only son of the family, is extremely closed to his mother. You can say it’s a typical oedipus complex, but when it’s staged in real life, no one really wants to be one of the three. I guess that’s the reason I got to know the mother: he talked to her about everything, then one day I found myself being invited to his home, eating dinner with the two-people family. She’s a great cook. I could still remember the noodles she made us that night.
She remembered me as well. Last year she recalled me as a “chubby, tanned" girl. No one at the table could believe the fact I was chubby, so all of us laughed at the idea, and the unreliable memories of his mother. Now when I, we at the age supposed to give birth, create something new, make a brand whole new world, she just quietly passed away. My friend always hesitated about making any decisions leaving home. It seems he didn’t have any choices now. Time to move on; it’s your life. I need to react like a person in the Middle Ages, trying to interpret incidents in life in every peculiar ways, to resist the temptations of asking the unkown reasons.
Time to move on; it’s your life.
Wish all the best for him.