I assume this entry to be another personal one, updating any one who may read this of what's been lingering in my mind and leaning steadily on my heart. As mentioned in my previous entry, University is soon finishing and from a real sense will be finished in two weeks. I'll either then be beginning a life long dream or working in hope of finding another. Dream or work, work or a dream; the illusion of what's possible still makes me struggle not with action, but with thought, thought that the action will be certain to make the dream come true. Nothing though is ever guaranteed to us no matter how hard we are to work; but that's the beauty of perseverance. If you want something bad enough, you'll keep trying regardless hoping eventually that you'll get what you've been working for. Though I'm very sure there're, I don't know of many 21 year olds who've lost both of their parents so early in their lives. I lost my father when I was 18 and my mother when I was 20. I'm still yet to be out in the real world as the saying often goes and I've found at times recently how I miss them being there for me, not to advise me without me needing to ask, but, to just be there for me to release my want for needing a parent to talk to about life, whether what's said was in a long hug to help lessen the heaviness of one's own heart or whether its what's said in a simple saying as "how you doing today Pop's" so to know what my old man is thinking about in his old age, hoping maybe that his own contemplativeness might pass on some worthwhile wisdom for the travels of my own life. Saying that I wish they were still around though is interesting in some respects as they rarely advised me through words and noble sayings; all the values they taught me was from how I saw them live their own lives, but I still wish they could be here; to see my mom's beautiful smile, a smile which could brighten up any person's day - even if they didn't need to be; to see my dad again and the straight, hard-built stance he had as if he were always ready to take on the world in mindful fashion. It is a little hard to remind yourself you're capable of the responsilbity upon you when knowing you're the only one who can make the difference and be responsible by making the decisions which will make that difference. I therefore in this moment dedicate this entry to my parents whose lives have given me the responsibility that I find bestowed upon me today. For those who're blessed and have their parents in their lives still, the only true thought I can pass on is to forgive them for the daily or weekly mistakes they might make; parents are human too, remember. You can love them to the full, but when the inevitable does come, you still won't realise exactly what you had until they've gone. That however is what makes parents so special; they're irreplaceable.