The past month has been a heavy one, filled with grief, reflection, and a renewed sense of purpose. It’s reminded me how fragile life is and how important it is to live without regrets.

At the beginning of the month, my cousin, just two years older than me, fell suddenly ill. Her heart stopped, and despite being rushed to the hospital, she passed away the following day. Her son, barely an adult, hadn’t yet had the chance to embark on his own journey. I can only imagine the weight of her unfulfilled dreams and the regrets she might have carried as she left this world. The loss hit me hard, leaving a void filled with questions about life’s unpredictability.

A few weeks later, while catching up with an old friend, I thought of another friend I hadn’t spoken to in a while. On a whim, I called him, only to learn he had narrowly escaped death due to a cardiovascular condition. His story shook me to my core. He described how he endured excruciating pain, drove himself over ten kilometers to the hospital, paid the bills, signed the consent forms, and underwent surgery—all alone. As he recounted his ordeal, I felt tears welling up. The thought of him facing such a terrifying moment without support was almost too much to bear.

Porcelain Artwork of Huang Yongxing, Creator of Bu Chang Qi

These were people close to me, people my age, struck by life’s fragility. Their experiences forced me to confront my own mortality. Like them, I have dreams and aspirations that remain unfulfilled. Their brushes with death made me wonder: what am I waiting for? What’s stopping me from pursuing the life I’ve always wanted?

Looking back on the past few decades, I’m grateful for the effort I’ve put into my life, even if it hasn’t always been perfect. When it was time to focus on my studies, I worked hard, consistently ranking among the top ten in my class. When it was time to hone my craft as an artist, I excelled, often placing in the top three with my paintings. And when it was time to build a family and provide for them, I rose to the challenge, becoming a standout among my peers. My hard work allowed me to care for my parents, my wife, and my children, creating a happy, fulfilling life for us all.

But now, as I stand at this crossroads, I find myself asking: what about my dreams? I’m no longer in my twenties, but the fire within me hasn’t dimmed. I still yearn to become a better version of myself, to make my life more vibrant and meaningful. Who doesn’t want to become the person they once dreamed of being? The loss of my cousin and the near-loss of my friend have crystallized one truth: life is too short to leave dreams unchased.

I’ve spent weeks reflecting on this, wrestling with the fear of change and the comfort of familiarity. But the thought of facing an unexpected end with regrets is unbearable. I don’t want to look back and wish I had been braver, bolder, or truer to myself. So, I’ve made a decision—one that feels both daunting and liberating. I’m going to pursue my dreams, no matter how big or small they may seem.

This decision isn’t about abandoning my responsibilities or chasing fleeting whims. It’s about honoring the person I’ve always wanted to be. It’s about picking up the paintbrush again, exploring new creative avenues, or perhaps even taking risks I’ve long avoided. It’s about living with intention, knowing that each step I take brings me closer to a life without “what ifs.”

The past month has been a painful reminder that life can change in an instant. But it’s also been a wake-up call—a chance to reevaluate my priorities and recommit to my passions. I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m determined to face it with courage and purpose. My cousin’s passing and my friend’s survival have taught me that time is precious, and I refuse to waste it.

As I move forward, I carry their stories with me, a poignant reminder to live fully and fearlessly. I’m ready to embrace the uncertainty, to take chances, and to chase the dreams that have been waiting for me. Life is too fleeting to do anything less.

This journey of self-discovery isn’t just about me—it’s a universal call to anyone who’s ever felt the weight of unfulfilled aspirations. My cousin’s sudden departure and my friend’s brush with death have shown me that waiting for the “perfect moment” to act is a luxury we don’t always have. The perfect moment is now. Whether it’s starting a new project, reconnecting with a long-lost passion, or simply taking time to reflect on what truly matters, the act of beginning is what counts.

For me, this means returning to the creative pursuits that once defined me. Painting, in particular, has always been my refuge—a way to express the parts of myself that words can’t capture. I’ve already started sketching again, and the feeling of a pencil in my hand is like reconnecting with an old friend. But it’s not just about art. It’s about living with a sense of purpose, whether that’s through strengthening relationships, exploring new skills, or giving back to my community.

I’m also learning to let go of the fear of failure. At this stage in life, I know that not every step will be perfect, but each one is progress. The goal isn’t perfection—it’s growth. And with every small victory, I’m reminded that it’s never too late to redefine who you are or what you’re capable of.

This month of loss has been a catalyst, pushing me to live more authentically. I hope my story resonates with others, encouraging them to take that first step toward their own dreams. Life is unpredictable, but it’s also full of possibility. Let’s make the most of it.

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