1 L of Tears

I'm sure some of you have watched this drama or the movie already. I chanced upon this while searching for ways to entertain myself while i sported a horrible throat, cough, phlegm and fever, u get the idea... and I remember S having talked about watching this and how she found it meaningful. So I decided to watch it too. Although the drama is obviously souped up and rather predictable, I felt that the real story of Aya Kitou is one that does stop to make you think about your purpose for living. What is my purpose?

I guess we all ought to stop and feel lucky to be who we are, even if we are displeased with our current selves. Sure there's always improvement to be made, but we could be worse off. And even worse would be owning a negative attitude, because there's no way up from there. Drama wise, I didn't shed a single tear, maybe because the drama was too predictable, yet at the same time I understand the gravity of the situation and the intensity of emotion involved in dealing with tragedies. Especially close ones.

I know I'm lucky to be who I am, despite the many shortcomings I know I possess. I guess it makes me want to be more than I am, considering that I have the opportunity to do so, unlike Aya who although experienced a debilitating condition has inspired millions. Oh well. We'll see how I'll achieve this goal.

In other news, I can't believe the exams are around the corner, got a few graduating friends now. Work approaches for me too, and I'm not sure how to look at it. Certainly none of the excitement I had when I first went to the Army..

We'll see.