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[1: 1,782 of 10,000] What Death Really Means?

In Journal on September 12, 2016 at 7:17 AM

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Can we really treat death like an end of suffering?

What is suffering? Is that the incessant voice in our head that constantly shoot our softest part that if we are not strong is enough to put us down in this lifetime?

What really lies ahead of us that makes us rushed to go to the next realm or too scared and wary to move forward into the unknown?

Is it truly a progression? Is it really an absence of work; not just about actual toiling but the necessity to face fear and put on courage?

We were given various glimpse of what are ahead of us. There are choices, they say there is an option to roam around as ghost unable to move on, to be cleansed at the purgatory with an abyss of damnation, the actual hell, or there’s heaven.

If there is a next life ahead; what is living on Earth for? Is it a test or a preparation? The school of schools? An actual hell?

I don’t know the answer and right now I am at peace of not knowing.

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[1: 1,746 of 10,000] What I Missed About The Dead Loved Ones?

In Journal on July 7, 2016 at 10:42 AM

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I have accepted that my parents passed away. I will not wallow about it. Although a few days back, it strikes me that since they are gone, I could never speak to them again and create memories together. Same goes to the people that I used to be acquainted and thought that we have built some kind of a special connection but now enjoys anonymity.

It is never pleasant nor a habit of mine to dig in past but it is a favourite topic of psychologist like the ultimate peace will only be achieved if nothing is blocking the way. I am curious why am I bringing this up, is it because my crazy thoughts is making its own drama again? Or there really is something bugging me?

It’s a territory I am not comfortable walking in and exploring. I do shun the past for a good reason, I don’t like sadness and returning to a place I couldn’t resolve and yet it didn’t stop me from buying the book of Jai Pausch’s Dream New Dreams: Reimagining My Life After Loss. Jai was the wife of the late Randy Pausch, author of The Last Lecture, one of my favourite books. I was thinking what was the women’s perspective and her book was close to the book that I first authored.

Maybe the truth is the scared, lonely, and alone child in me is crying without tears and sounds. There are so many built up emotions wanting to come out but contained, restrained, and buried deep. And I still don’t think it is worth exploring it because I don’t know where to begin.

[1: 1,715 of 10,000] How will I die?

In Journal on June 7, 2016 at 6:38 AM

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They say time and space are irrelevant. Will that mean I may be in this realm now and yet when I cross over to the next it is not as if my essence was ever diminished? It is a different form but it is essentially me. Believing that talking about how will I die is a complete nonsense.

What my heart truly desire is really ensuring that my life has been well lived. To die with complete surrender as I am connected with my creator, to go home, never lost but being at ease with the next things to happen.

How I die is not important but where I go and how ready I am is. This is my thinking now, who knows it’ll change, or who knows it may not be that important.

[1: 1,702 of 10,000] Alive For A Reason

In Question on April 30, 2016 at 11:57 AM

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Not everyone who kills himself dies.

Not everyone who likes to live lives.

Is it because our mortality is not our choice but a destiny?

Would we give in to the idea that we soon meet our ends because we have lived our purpose, either knowingly or unknowingly? If this is true, may we just then have the pleasure of finding the brink of joy amidst an unexplainable suffering.

I do not know what I am really saying or having the eloquence to communicate it clearly but death and living are fascinating me, especially the part of answering “why”? I am a little obsessed of finding a meaning of everything, especially about my very existence. Or it this the perfect time to let go of matters I couldn’t grasp or persevere until I am satisfied.

Why do I live if I get bored? So I can find another way to express life with simplicity, relaxation, acceptance of what really is, and then enjoy every gift of waking up in the morning.

Why do I live to have opponents? So I can find ways to be sociable and peaceful, to see a different perspective, and possibly help someone go through the suffering of not understanding someone’s pain.

Why do I live just to soon die? So I can deliver my very existence to this complex world and to add to its flavour.

Life will never be measured by time. It is not how long you have lived, but merely have you truly lived? Have you utter gratitude, have you endured pain, have you let yourself laugh or cry, have you connected with someone or anyone, have you shared your fears and triumphs, because it is everything, not just the good but also the bad, and the falling and rising again, until the time comes that another realm of life is about to unfold. Do not aim for perfection, aim for trying again, and for appreciating and being present in every part of the journey.

[1: 1,701 of 10,000] Rest

In Journal on April 30, 2016 at 11:16 AM

I was losing my sanity. I was tired, angry, filling my head with constant negativity, and at the brink of quitting my job without any assurance of what would feed me tomorrow. I was begging to die (this is a whole other vantage point).

Always trying to live at the extreme and at the edge of the cliff. I always know I am provided but not without suffering, test of endurance, and it exhausting especially when I couldn’t find my centre. My body is so smart that when I had enough, it will break, it will yell an illness, so for a day, I surrendered.

I take a sick leave from work for a day because headache was excruciatingly trying to crack my head open.

Sleep

It was not a pleasant experience. It was a struggle to put my effort on sleep almost the whole day. I watched a comedy special to laugh until I cry. I cooked a simple food to feed my body. I never worried about work.

The next day, I was cheerful, I was thinking positively, and there was no amount of bad news that let me down.

So if you’re feeling overwhelmed, rest if you must and you really should. 🙂

[1: 1,695 of 10,000] Eat The Berries

In Article on March 18, 2016 at 9:23 AM
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A scene from the movie “Hunger Games”

A clairvoyant felt Robbie Williams and he relayed that he chose to end his life than to be unable to function normally due to his new found illness. He have eaten the berries.

Is illness a valid excuse to end one’s life? Is there really a valid reason why we should end one’s life? Yes, killing someone who is causing havoc and extreme nuisance to the society is the easiest and cowardest way to diminish a problem man. On the otherhand, is death, whatever the means, is really the answer that one’s part in the play of life has ended?

Our birth wasn’t our choice, why? Because we have a purpose in this lifetime.

Is death the time to leave the stage, take a bow, whatever the means of that exit?

May we always have the (1) energy and the enthusiasm to feel alive, (2) be useful in this world, and being joyful doing both.

[1: 1,694 of 10,000] I Am Mourning #Derek

In Question, Review on March 5, 2016 at 11:58 AM

DerekI heard the news that Dr. Derek Shepherd (played by Patrick Dempsey in the TV series Grey’s Anatomy) died in the series because personally he needed to be with his family and he’s leaving the show.

I just watched the episode that he died yesterday. I know I am a season behind but who cares, I still shed tears everytime I watch Grey’s Anatomy, no wait, I laugh, cringe, and then cry, all in different orders throughtout the show. It’s life full of drama and my emotions identifying to different scenes.

The editing was not something I particularly adore, but the character they’ve portrayed about Derek, a husband who sees his wife as a ‘breath of fresh air’ is quite ideal, almost unreal for real life. And Meredith Grey (the wife played by Ellen Pompeo and the real hero of the show) demonstrated a strong woman who tried to see the brighter side, not summoning to blaming the crappy doctors, grieved, and yet hoped until the very end that his husband wakes up.

Any story that kills a character is heart breaking. Is it because I remember all my losts? Do I remember the death of my mom that if she was attended by better doctors that I could afford she could have survived the cancer? Can we really delay death? Do we need to stop death?

It’s a fact that we all going to die, and while we live, we have to make the most of it. It’s not about living the perfect life, but enjoying the journey, learn from our defeats and build wonderful relationships.

[1: 1,655 of 10,000] I’ve Met Death That I See Life Differently

In Journal on November 18, 2015 at 1:02 PM

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I’ve met death so many times that I know that life isn’t forever until this body that I have and this persona that I show up for ceases. Since I understood that it is not going to last forever, anything that makes me sad doesn’t need to last forever. I have the opportunity to always change my destiny or I was given the eyes to find what’s beautiful in every situation without bitching about what’s going wrong.

I don’t need to give in to people’s call for drama. I am trying very hard to don’t get affected and checking if people are truly truthful with their words and intentions. I don’t need to question their own fears because it is a battle they need to overcome. May my simple peace bring them the calmness and bring down the walls they’ve succcesfully built on their own to hurt themselves by being senselessly argumentative and defensive.

The world is giving so many wonders that I am grateful for. I am happy whenever I release laughters. I couldn’t believe the blessings that kept pouring in. I am particularly delighted whenever I am given with amazing surprises. 🙂

[1: 1,464 of 10,000] Whenever I Feel Like Dying

In Article on May 12, 2015 at 12:55 PM

I have this funny feeling lately, I like funny feeling a lot lately… that I could be dying or I may drop dead without warning.

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The notion of dying gives me this courage of being shameless bold.

I also make sure that I end the day without having to regret anything, that I have done my best.

I sleep and wake up knowing I have another chance today to be better at making my dreams come true, to matter.

It’s fun to live in the moment, without trying to please anyone, and getting scared on how I will be judged. The rule of my game is as long as my conscience is clear, my intention is for your happiness… then I’m all good. Let me know if I could have done it better because I also know how to sincerely apologise.

I live and I am grateful for this beautiful chance to breathe and create.

[1: 1,437 of 10,000] Even Love Will Kill You!

In Article on April 15, 2015 at 9:04 AM

I was sitting at the mall’s food court and a man was talking to another person. I didn’t catch the whole conversation but the man was explaining that “Too much of anything is bad for you. Even love will kill you.” He said it like he meant it, there was no hesitation, it was a dead on statement.

I know too much of ‘things’ is bad for you but I couldn’t possibly categorise ‘love’ as a thing, it’s a term when we use to demonstrate a feeling that is beyond explanation but it definitely roots to something good, beautiful, and kind. We often misuse the word to describe what we feel about something or someone without comprehending the extend of what it essentially and truly means.

I thought my heart was just broken because I believed I have loved someone and yet unrequited. So I might not be truly romantically in love, because if I do, I shall not desire for attention, make false assumptions, daydream, and be jealous of what isn’t mine, I shall let people be and I shall be me.

“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.”
― Marianne Williamson

We are meant to love everybody but not romantically for everyone because romance includes lust and lifetime commitment. We can’t go shagging everybody if we won’t be responsible when someone gets pregnant and there’s actually an actual child to be raised.  As I type this part, complex things are start raging into my head but love should be peaceful and simple; as Cinderella 2015 taught, ‘have courage’ to cast all fears and ‘be kind’ for everything that we don’t necessary understand and continue to do good.

Photo Source without the “love” typo: https://instagram.com/bespokepress

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