A student of mine today gave me an interesting insight. We were talking about losing our loved ones and how devastated we will be.

“I would think it’ll be the end of the world of my parents die,” she said with conviction.

“Isn’t it better if we all die together?” she asked.

I laughed and I said that wasn’t possible.

“No, it’s possible. We get bombed and we’ll die together,” she said, nodding her head.

I liked how candid she was with her feelings and thoughts. I also smiled at her “suggestion”. In their innocent ways, kids dare to imagine and say things that we probably wouldn’t dare. I would love to be a child again.

Then she asked about my dad. I revealed that I have never imagined the thought of losing my dad even till this very day.

“Teacher, are you crying?” she asked.

I wanted to, but I didn’t do it. Maybe you could say I was running away. Maybe you could say I was hiding. Maybe you could say I afraid to face it. All I know is that I didn’t want to remember how painful it was.

Missing somebody else in our heart is always happening even though we may be surrounded by many people everyday.

Perhaps we are constantly locked up in this rat race everyday. We are constantly so focused on running faster than anyone else who’s beside us that we have probably forgotten and neglected that there are other people and things we loved.

As we grow up, we tend to leave many things behind. We know we have left them behind because of memories and when we start having regrets.

Let’s grow up without regrets, shall we?