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No One Fears It Anymore


“Die now, die tomorrow, the same death.” I heard this one from a woman in her middle age, eating a bunch full of sweets. I learned she was warned not to eat too much since it’ll be bad for her diabetes. And there goes her reply.

What difference does it have if I die today or tomorrow? Well, there’s time, chances, hope, opportunity, there’s a lot of difference. Long ago, Mr. Death is someone people are trying to avoid with, and perhaps, maybe up till now. But from the scenes I’ve seen, I don’t think Mr. Death’s costume is horrible anymore.

Dying is great for those individuals who lose the sense to live or desperate for an instant escape or those who quite think they’d already served their purpose. Even youngster nowadays are defying death through living up to excessive use of almost everything. Death is part of life, it’s inevitable. And yes, therefore, it’s not something we should fear about but it’s also not something we should be inviting.

Life isn’t short, I agree. But people find it short for when time is almost up, they still haven’t done the things they wanted to do. I for once thought dying would be scary but when I started living to the things of what I wanted, death becomes a soft blow of cold air in the night. There’s something out there, at the end of journey. It must keep going on, I know. Once something begins to exist, then it will exist forever. That’s what I always think. So since I’m here, you’re here then end is no longer we should fear about. What I feared now is when I would fail to do what I want.  Night wont stop at the middle of the sky, sooner, it will go down and day goes high again. If my night comes, then I’ll stare at it for one more time. And for one last time, I’ll draw everything I did during the day. Then I’ll sleep back tight, and will wake up. It will continue again and again again. See, it won’t end. 🙂

Tragic Comedy


Some of us might easily grasp the idea of how tragedy and comedy goes well along. But for me, I think different.

This happened during summer, particularly on a Black Saturday where Christian belief that Christ’s body is laid down on a tomb. Holy Week is no merry making or heavy outdoor fun activity for some. It is a week for repentance and going out seeking adventure would be a very bad idea. Wonder why? Because Jesus Christ is nowhere else but dead. At first, I find it funny since Jesus Christ is everywhere though it’s a season where he was dead. It’s just a symbolism that being born human like us, he’ll die but then get resurrected.

But that happening made me took another step to be careful during holy week. It was Saturday and the entire family is going out on a beach holiday. The sun was warm, the air breathe chilly, barbecue smells everywhere, no one can think of something wrong. We were early to enjoy the longer day and head back home early too. And soon, the pristine beach was slowly filled with humans. I was on our cottage playing cards when all of a sudden, a thick crowd emerge at the coast. Then, a police vehicle arrived and the family beside our cottage went frantic. We stopped and stick our heads to the intriguing commotion. Not later, we saw a dead body being carried to the car. The old lady was crying, some girls (might be relatives) were sobbing. We learned after that the man was gone for two hours now.

Can we still continue the fun? There and then, I hear people warn about going out, don’t play too hard, and just get extra cautions. Funny how most things happened out of coincidence but that much coincidence? I don’t think so. Well, even if it’s Holy Week or not, it pays greatly to be a little cautious.