I was sitting in the floor in the corner of hospital room, staring at the countless unromantic lights under the dark. That was just seconds before I received an email from one of curated department store that I like. We had meetings and continues talks over phone chat before, but I didn’t exactly know how to react when I saw the purchase orders of our products.
It’s funny that many exciting events in my life this year (and last year) always involve a hospital room. The first time I jumped back to 9 to 5 work last year is the first time my dad got light stroke. That was the first time, I started to make friend with hospital’s floor.
I also remember when I made this pattern in a hospital room when my mom lied beside me. I named it Young Hope because it reflects my dearest hope of seeing the healthiest version of my parents. Here I am again, in sleepless night, receiving more orders than I could ever imagine while my dad trying to swallow his night medication beside me.
Bittersweet feelings and mixed emotions.
I think, these feelings are always made for a reason. For me to never losing hope nor faith. For better things in tomorrow. For life, that is so precious that’s worth every pain and sufferings.
It’s scary to contain feeling so big, I could almost explode.
The night is darkest before the dawn, hope is tiniest before the light sneaks in. We are the products of our thoughts and I always believe that we are meant to do something else in our short life. Small or big things, insignificant or meaningful things, we are capable of them all.
For those under the glimpse of city lights, trying to find answers, I always bid you good luck.
We will be alright :)