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Remembering July 14th's Blog
2:51 AM - Sunday, September 24, 2006
No quotes to go with it this time. Here is the picture of cousin Joelle's birthday party.
One Big Happy Family :)
One Big Happy Family :)
The capital "D" word
10:35 AM - Friday, September 22, 2006
Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death? - Plato (427 BC - 347 BC)
Millions of things die everyday. Humans, animals, plants, feelings, flowers, love, electrical appliances (they will die on you at the time you need to use it the most. serious.), hatred, laws, friendships, relationships...(ok ok, you get my drift.), die everyday in one sense or another. Sometimes I wonder why is there a termination process in everything. Why do people stop feeling happy or sad? Why do people stop loving people they used to love? Why does night turns to day and day turns to night? Why can't your favorite songs play forever? Why must I stop asking why in order to complete typing my blog? Is termination just a by-product of the establishment of balance in life that God created?...so just that everything that has a beginning have to come to an end?
Today, while visiting a person in hospital, he lamented that he would have a very short life. Understanding that in his current situation, it is really hard keeping an optimistic viewpoint, I answered "so easy to die meh? won't lah. won't die so easily one." As soon as I answered him, I got to thinking about the "dying" process. I realise that my understanding on the subject of dying is very shallow. When I hear the word die, I instantly think about someone dying, and never something. But things do die, don't they? Then somehow or the other, I suddenly thought about history. What will become of history if something doesn't die? No one would feel a need to remember someone/thing unless that someone/thing ceases to exist on earth, right? A lot of things in this world is fragile, not just life alone. It's like we humans are all built to thread on glass or something.
Then again, I ask myself why should I think so much about dying? It is an inevitable process anyway...Damn. At this point, I feel uninspired. My inspiration to write had suddenly died. My brain is having a temporary disconnect with my body cos I'm feeling tired. Braindead. Just an hour ago, I had so much thought on this topic, and now, snap, all my ideas die. Argh. But I will still post this anyway. It has to come to an end somehow right?
P.S.: On an entirely different note, I was doing booth duty for my CCA today in my school's canteen. The lunch time crowd was passing me by & I was engaging in people-watching...I saw loads of people walking to & fro the canteen. Then I suddenly had this revelation... ... ...human beings really do come in many shapes & sizes. Don't they?
Millions of things die everyday. Humans, animals, plants, feelings, flowers, love, electrical appliances (they will die on you at the time you need to use it the most. serious.), hatred, laws, friendships, relationships...(ok ok, you get my drift.), die everyday in one sense or another. Sometimes I wonder why is there a termination process in everything. Why do people stop feeling happy or sad? Why do people stop loving people they used to love? Why does night turns to day and day turns to night? Why can't your favorite songs play forever? Why must I stop asking why in order to complete typing my blog? Is termination just a by-product of the establishment of balance in life that God created?...so just that everything that has a beginning have to come to an end?
Today, while visiting a person in hospital, he lamented that he would have a very short life. Understanding that in his current situation, it is really hard keeping an optimistic viewpoint, I answered "so easy to die meh? won't lah. won't die so easily one." As soon as I answered him, I got to thinking about the "dying" process. I realise that my understanding on the subject of dying is very shallow. When I hear the word die, I instantly think about someone dying, and never something. But things do die, don't they? Then somehow or the other, I suddenly thought about history. What will become of history if something doesn't die? No one would feel a need to remember someone/thing unless that someone/thing ceases to exist on earth, right? A lot of things in this world is fragile, not just life alone. It's like we humans are all built to thread on glass or something.
Then again, I ask myself why should I think so much about dying? It is an inevitable process anyway...Damn. At this point, I feel uninspired. My inspiration to write had suddenly died. My brain is having a temporary disconnect with my body cos I'm feeling tired. Braindead. Just an hour ago, I had so much thought on this topic, and now, snap, all my ideas die. Argh. But I will still post this anyway. It has to come to an end somehow right?
P.S.: On an entirely different note, I was doing booth duty for my CCA today in my school's canteen. The lunch time crowd was passing me by & I was engaging in people-watching...I saw loads of people walking to & fro the canteen. Then I suddenly had this revelation... ... ...human beings really do come in many shapes & sizes. Don't they?