Still Here

For everytime someone leaves this life of mine, I can't seem to forget them. No matter how long time has past, a part of me still thinks of them. "I'll see them again." I always tell myself, all I have to do is run faster and I'll catch up. Just keep on running on that road and I'll soon catch up.

So when was it that on that road, I took a different turn from everyone else? And when was it that turning back became impossible? Since when did I started chasing something that isn't there? Maybe, it was from the moment I started to run.

From the moment I ran, I knew there was no turning back. From the moment I ran, my footsteps already echoed differently from everyone else's. From the moment I ran, I was already chasing something I can never catch up to.

While everyone is waiting and celebrating at the end of the line, I'm still here. Chasing. My path is lined with foot prints. What I left for others to remember me by. And at each fork, I'll choose my path based on the experience I've gain from the people I've met. One day, I'll see them again. I'll meet them all again at the finish line.

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read and all the friends I want to see. ~John Burroughs