The Old Friend

I went to see an old friend. He’s just diagnosed with a brain tumor.

When you’re ill, you’re not the same anymore. This goes with him. He used to be a jolly and easy going person. I bet he still is, but I just didn’t feel the presence of those traits when I saw him.

It doesn’t matter.  He’s willing to take any chances to be cured. He loves life and therefore respects his responsibilities.

I’m sad, but I’m proud of you, good old friend. For keeping your spirit alight. Coz that, what matters the most.