A walk in London

Walking aimlessly on the streets of London for 4 hours certainly does some good to me.

Wasn't feeling very well earlier today. The company doctor made a house call to the hotel, gave me some medicine, and I went to sleep. Woke up feeling pretty much the same, and something terrible came to mind as well. So I decided to take a walk with a friend of mine who happened to be in London at the same time as me.

The day was looking good when suddenly the rain came pouring down. Huddled together in a corner by the sidewalk, we decided to go to the cafe next door. After our coffee, we went our own ways because he needs to get back to the hotel to get to work.

Left alone, with nothing to do, I decided to take a walk. So I walked, walked, walked. With no particular place in mind, I walked.

During this four hours walk, a lot of things came up in my mind. Passed by a church, made a little prayer, please show me the way to live my life. My mind was asking again and again, where was the girl I used to love? Where is Cassandra? Casey? Cass? The girl that I most revered, was gone the moment that incident happened. It was such a dramatic turning point that when I now looked at it, I am lost for words. Can Cass be brought back to life? Will Cass be able to change things?

As I walked further and further away from the cafe where I splitted up with my friend, the rain started again. Hurriedly looking for shade, Cass' words rang in my ears, "Yennie, why are you running from the rain? What is wrong with walking under the rain? Getting drenched under the rain is perfectly normal. Let's walk under the rain, shall we?" And there was Cass' hand stretched out in front of my eyes.

Most of you will not know who Cass is, but she is someone who is very, very close to me. Some of you might have heard of her, but if not, it is not important. This is just one of those very often rambling thoughts of mine. My close friend for more than 3 years, she is now gone. So fragile are our dreams. Our existence is nothing but a flicker of candle, and yet, we give way to broken dreams.

If given a second chance, I'm not sure if Cass will choose the same path, or will she make another choice? But there is no second chance in life, I must come to terms with that. The only thing that I can do now, is to continue living with her spirit, continuining the once brightly lit candle, bringing all her hopes and dreams to life into this world.

Rest in peace Cass, I will carry your burden now.

Thank YOU, for showing me the way to live by sending Cass.