I think about death, a lot… But I haven’t thought of whom I want to be remembered when I am gone, until yesterday when I met one of my best friends in Juanda International Airport before I flew back to Singapore.
What do I want to be? Have I done enough in my life? Gosh, I’ve always thought of to be humble but actually I let my own self forget what mission I bring along through my birth.
No dream? I’ve always had a dream.
…. To make my family happy. Is that all?
I’ve always wanted to support my beloved animal rescuers. Is that all?
I’ve always wanted to get all my assignments well done. Is that all?
So many in the list if I ought to jot down all what I want to accomplish.
Let me make it simple.
I want to be original me. Genuine…. I want to be the best of me.
I want to be predicated as “Mission Accomplished” as my current life.