I want to be like the air. The good-hearted person whose kindness overflows and people realize how important she was to them, once she is gone. I want to be that kind of person.

I put my hand on my chest. I can feel my heart beating. My heart is working. I'm pleased. I'm still alive.

But I'm a patient, so I have to focus on recuperation

Each person has unspeakable distress. When I remember the past, annoying, I cry; The reality of today is too cruel, too severe, and doesn't even offer me a dream; Imagining the future brings me yet another kind of tears

As I think about the future the tears will come out again.

People shouldn't dwell on the past. It's enough to try your best in all that you're doing now.

Just being alive is such a lovely and wonderful thing.