Life is like a race but you will never know where its finish line is, for some people it’s a marathon whereas for others it’s just a 100 meters sprint. Who knows where god has drawn a finish line for you. But for me god has drawn the line pretty close, soon I will cross the line and be gone forever. I wish I had known it from the start so that I wouldn’t have run so fast, maybe I should have enjoyed race more. There are so many things still to do, there are so many wishes to be fulfilled, there are so many places to visit and there are so many people to meet. All my life which is very short I always had everything what I could think of. My loving father who was more like a friend to me who always supported me, who fulfilled my each and every demand, who made me the better person I am. My loving and caring mother who always took care of me, who loved me the most in the word and who was so forgiving and affectionate that I can’t imagine a day without her. My grandmother, my girlfriend and my friends I had everything I wanted, I had everything I could wish for, I had everything I could think of. But who knew that this happiness is so short-lived, who knew that I will not be here to enjoy.
I don’t know what to tell my parents who hasn’t stopped crying since they have heard the news. They always pretend to be happy in front of me but I know they are dying deep inside. I don’t know whom it is harder on me or them because we can’t even cry in front of each other. I wish they hadn’t known about it, i wish I hadn’t have told them of the pain, I wish I hadn’t agreed for the checkup, I wish my reports were not positive, I wish my lungs were not infected and I wish I wasn’t dying.