Life Sucks (or "How Life is Always Unfair")

Bad things always seem to happen to good people.

One of my friends just passed away today, and he was at the prime of his life. Some freak accident took him away from his family, his friends and his girlfriend just as he was getting ready to finally start working. He had just finished school, and he would've started to look for work by the end of the month or next month. His candle was burning at its brightest, and it was cruelly snuffed out.

The worst thing about these sudden, unexpected tragedies is that it makes you think about your own mortality, and those of the people close to you.

The weirdest thing is that, people who are old and/or are ready to die are the ones who keep on leaving long healthy lives, even after life-threatening operations and other such things. It's really all very strange how life works out sometimes.

When I received the news, I was visiting an uncle who only recently had a heart-bypass operation and is already in the pink of health less than one week after the surgery. The irony is not lost on me, although i fail to be amused by it. Not surprising, considering the circumstances. I also didn't fail to see the irony between the circumstances and the name I picked for this blog.

*sigh*

Life is always either too short or too long. It's never just the right length for some reason.

Oh well....

William, wherever you are, know that your friends will always remember you.
Rest in peace, pal.

Life, choices and what-ifs

Life, to me, is simply a series of choices and the decisions we make. A series of what-ifs and why-didn't-I's. Between choosing to give something a shot, and being left behind to pick up the pieces of our so-called lives.

And of course, like I said before, making a choice or even making the decision to make a choice is something you have to live with. Learning to live with your choices is how we grow as human beings. We learn, we make the same mistake, and we learn some more.

Like they said, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." And that's what makes us human, isn't it? The ability to fall down, get up, fall down again and get up again. Facing life, facing the truth, facing all the decisions we've made and knowing that you've grown stronger.

Life sucks that way I guess, but what's life without a little bit of risk huh? ;)

So go on, take a fucking chance, learn to live with your mistakes; and most importantly, know that the decisions you made makes you who you are. The person that's staring back at you from the mirror. :)

Do you believe in soulmates?

Some people are afraid that at any time, they may have inadvertently let their soulmate go.

As for me, I believe that if a person is your soulmate, then that person will be there at the right time and at the right place when the stars are in the right position and all that. When the two soulmates are meant to meet each other.

If you've watched Serendipity, you'll see the same thing happening. The two of them met by chance, and then years later are finally reunited when they realize that they really are soulmates.

Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic, who knows? But nevertheless, just think about it.

Life is about choices, and with choices come regrets. But choosing to let a person who you think is your soulmate go, I think, is a regret that you can live with. Because one day, at one special place, no matter who your soulmate is, the two of you will meet.

After all, like a great man once said, "If you love someone, set them free."

That was Sting, in case you don't know. :)

Cheerio.

Loneliness

Why are people so afraid of loneliness? It's as if it's a phobia that affects every person in the world. Even those who prefer solitude!

Have you ever had one of those days when you feel so alone even though you are in a big crowd? It's kind of scary sometimes, isn't it?

What about those people who seem to prefer loneliness and solitude? Is it simply by choice? Or are they just in perpetual denial? I mean, solitude can be nice once in a while, when you just need to get away from it all. And it makes you appreciate the company of others even more. But don't these people just simply overdo it by shutting themselves off from the rest of the world?

Oh well.....

My Fair Lady

Excerpt from "Show Me"
sung by Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady

...Don't talk of stars, burning above. If you're in love, show me!
Tell me no dreams filled with desire. If you're on fire, show me!
Here we are together in the middle of the night!
Don't talk of spring! Just hold me tight!
Anyone who's ever been in love will tell you that this is no time for a chat!
Haven't your lips longed for my touch? Don't say how much, show me! Show me!
Don't talk of love lasting through time. Make me no undying vow. Show me now!

For all you lonely people out there...

Loneliness

Loneliness comes
as a bitter pill
biting
bitter
on your tongue
with no way to wash away the taste
other than the sweet taste of a lover's kiss
falling gently upon your lips

Fear is the mind-killer...

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

-- Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear

Brushes with poetry

Song of the Wandering Angus
by William Butler Yeats


I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.


When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name;
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.


Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find were she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun.

Death surrounds us...

it's everywhere. wherever you look, whatever you listen to, it's all around you.

if you haven't noticed it yet, you should.