A year ago, I sat wondering of life's uncertainities in an empty waiting room of a hospital in the middle of night. My nephew of one and half years lay struggling against an odd bout of fever. A year has gone past. A year that had my certainities lose to life's reality. That had a hope against hope that my consequences would favour my risks, my efforts and my hopes. That taught me the unexpected places and people holding with them a key to make my life better, or worse. That taught me to stop trying so hard that by the time you get it you would have struggled to understand why you tried so hard. A year that rewarded and punished me when i expected the least. That made me realise of this life and its consequences i would need to always confront entirely on my own.
Right now, a year later, i sit waiting in the middle of the night at the same hospital waiting room with my nephew of now two and half years, fighting another bout of fever.............wondering of the uncertainities in store for me this year and the chances of all of my years past repeating itself.
I would take it all, all over again, and worse, only if life could spare me the uncertainity of sitting here a year later wondering if my nephew would recover just fine.....
