Tomorrow...

There's nothing profound about the realization that you should cherish every day like its your last, scratch that, make it every second. But, the reality is, most of us don't. We let ourselves get worked up over petty things that won't matter a year or even a month from now.

"My coworker didn't tell me this, or gave me this late. I missed the bus. My mom complaining about my uncle. People who won't be in your life in a year from now, are annoying you. People who will be in your life a year from now, are annoying you!"

None of this will matter anymore... but yet I waste my time, frustration and energy on it. When will we learn? When will I learn?

Just finished watching Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, (good movie, recommended) and right after I finished it, I called my Dad for the maybe 6th time, since I came to Korea 7 months ago. He's with a client and didn't ick up, so I did the next best thing. I called my brother and told him to say hi to my dad. I actually LOLed when I hung up.

It was in 2005 that I finally watched something related to 911 post "the worst day". It was during a mandatory training to start my job as a security officer at Toronto's Pearson Airport. I don't think I wanted to believe that people were capable of doing such senseless yet destructive things to each other. I wanted to continue living the material, self involved, and complicated for no reason life, any freshman University student was living. As I watched what I thought were part of the building breaking apart, I tried not to think about what I was actually watching. It was when I realized that it wasn't cement pieces, rather people I was watching jump from the windows, that it hit me how close to home this was. As I think about it now, it still sends a shiver down my back.

I am now in Korea 7 years later, better educated on the capabilities of our so called society, and yet still living in this self involved, half aware state. I have beliefs I strongly hold when it comes to being a bad person and who I am. As many times, that there might have been hesitation to what that actually means, I can still live with myself. I hope everyone in my life knows how much I love them and cherish them. I'd hate for them to realize it only through a blog from thousand of miles away. Well if you don't, you do now! Same mantra from grade 9 with a  slight change: (try to) Live life, no regrets!

Now if only I can start to call my parents more often...