ive always believe death to be a joyous occasion. where one is finally resting for good after all the work he has done in this life. but death to me has always be associated with age. with old ppl. with ppl who has seen it, done it. when my grandpa died few yrs ago, i was actually happy for him. for i know its time for him to rest. of cos am sad that his gone, but i know the pain his dealing with each day, and its time for him to have a good long rest. but ive never thought abt losing someone whos of my age. whos got so much ahead of him. so much to accomplish. to achieve. and within hours his gone. without a goodbye. i believe his got so much more he wanted to do. so much more he wanted to say. to his friends, to his love ones. and yet he can't. for its not in his control. am not angry. am really not. in fact i should take joy in the fact that he might be with Him now. theres a thousand 'what ifs' going through ppl's mind right now. mine included. but all this comes to nothing. how the saying always go, 'live life to the fullest'. i think it should also end with 'you never know when's your last'. in all honesty, we don't. and never will. we should live today like its the last. say the words we always wanted to. do the things we always wanted to. and not be left with a thousand what ifs in our head. desmond scribbled at 12:56 PM. | |
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