Death
Death never fails to intrigue me.
No, i'm not scared of it, not of mine at least. I'm not the least bothered of how I'd go, or even when. I just wonder what it'd be like to be up there..looking down and watching people go about their lives and not being a part of it. Wonder if i'll ever be remembered.And if i am, for what reasons?my strengths?my faults?my occasional bitchiness?my heartlessness?
Will i be missed?
Often, I lay at night envisioning my funeral, the atmosphere and conditions surrounding the event (if you can call it that). I know I want to be buried in a white coffin,in a white silk,with white roses.imaginative huh?I guess the reason everything's white is to make up for the mean,insincere,impure and unholy things that i have said/done and not said/done.
That aside,I wonder who'd actually come and see me for the last time,who'd shed a tear? Besides the people who'd have to be there (think family members) who else would,not out of obligation?How many lives have I touched? Am i significant enough to deserve their prayers and blessings?
I guess it boils down to me needing some sorta validation. Maybe that explains why when things dont seem quite right, I tend to read through my friendster testimonials. As silly as it may sound, it does draw a smile. It does make whatever the problem much less of a problem.
Right till this day, I really dont know why I've been put here on earth. I dont know my role, and I dont have the script. Then again, how many of us do? How many of us know what we're called to do,be it in work,relationships, or anything else for that matter? If I dont know, then how am I gonna work at it? To take one day at a time is an overrated advice, how long are we supposed to just go through the motions?

Wonder where these pretty feet will take me...
No, i'm not scared of it, not of mine at least. I'm not the least bothered of how I'd go, or even when. I just wonder what it'd be like to be up there..looking down and watching people go about their lives and not being a part of it. Wonder if i'll ever be remembered.And if i am, for what reasons?my strengths?my faults?my occasional bitchiness?my heartlessness?
Will i be missed?
Often, I lay at night envisioning my funeral, the atmosphere and conditions surrounding the event (if you can call it that). I know I want to be buried in a white coffin,in a white silk,with white roses.imaginative huh?I guess the reason everything's white is to make up for the mean,insincere,impure and unholy things that i have said/done and not said/done.
That aside,I wonder who'd actually come and see me for the last time,who'd shed a tear? Besides the people who'd have to be there (think family members) who else would,not out of obligation?How many lives have I touched? Am i significant enough to deserve their prayers and blessings?
I guess it boils down to me needing some sorta validation. Maybe that explains why when things dont seem quite right, I tend to read through my friendster testimonials. As silly as it may sound, it does draw a smile. It does make whatever the problem much less of a problem.
Right till this day, I really dont know why I've been put here on earth. I dont know my role, and I dont have the script. Then again, how many of us do? How many of us know what we're called to do,be it in work,relationships, or anything else for that matter? If I dont know, then how am I gonna work at it? To take one day at a time is an overrated advice, how long are we supposed to just go through the motions?

Wonder where these pretty feet will take me...




