29 April 2015

Dream: Leaving home

It was somehow the last night of a trip to Taiwan, and I was packing in my hotel room.
Somehow it just occurred to me out of the blue that I should head home to pay respects to dad, and at least spend the last few hours, as much time as I can, with mum.

I was pressed for time, and the travel home was long, and it was close to eleven at night. But I needed to go, I insisted on going. There were others in the room, like my cousin and two uncles, and they tried to convince me not to go .

But I left anyways and rushed home by taxi. It was to my old home, the one with a rooftop garden...


When I got there, I found the place to be empty, deserted for many years.
Where did everyone go?
Standing in the living room, it was when I somehow only realised then that everyone had gone. Dad, mum... everyone who mattered had died already.

What was I rushing for?
What was I going there for?
Why do I still stress myself over rites and rituals and worry myself silly about the need to spend time with people who have already died?

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