This is a forceful demonstration of what could happen. [Will's colleague has developed terminal cancer. He is just a few years older than Will, and he sits next to Will] We have known each other for little more than a year. He is not my favorite. But I felt much worse than I could have imagined before.

I heard too much of those "He is so unfortunate." Should we accept it as fate? Or is there anything we could have done?

Will is finally reading the Alchemist, after two of my friends highly recommended it. Still at the introduction, I am reminded what different I am from three years ago. My world view has been turned upside down. Will was told that the Alchemist is about dreams. Unfortunately, Will now thinks of little about dreams, aka the path Gods has for us, the path our hearts point us to, the path  we truely feel passionate about. Now to me, dream is a term of luxury. Life is about struggle and survival. We have duties to fullfill. Love is rare. Unconditional love is almost impossible. Dream? Where is its place?

Is Will going to claim his soul again? Or will he just throw the book away?

Will has not been bugging here, since Randy Pausch's death. The last few weeks have been relatively smooth, that I have almost forgotten what the world is really about. Something changed again a few days ago. Will is being forced to pick himself up again. "Why do we fall?" My favorite batman quote. My greatest regret in life happened in the first two years of UVa. I cannot imagine how weak I was at the time I graduate. I thought I have became stronger, but I now think not. The road is still long. Of cause, I regret that I have spent the last few days bugging, but no more.

If we look around, we realize that we are in great debt to our parents and those who came before us.

"To those much is given, much is expected."

 

 

Will should now go back to his work.