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Monday, May 19, 2008
You know how people always say that the good die early? Well, looking from the people who have left, maybe it is true. This World is such an unbearable place that God has decided to take these people along so that they do not have to suffer anymore. No more pain, no more worries, no more sufferings.
But the way a person dies makes a whole world of a difference. Was it painful? Or was it just a painless sleep? When a person collapses and gasps for air, is that just a reflex action or does she really feel the lack of air? Then the heart fails to beat, the brain deprived of oxygen. When the heart pounds again, will she still be there even if the brain is not responding and the heart and blood pressure is maintained by medicine. No one will know.
Then you wonder what the person was thinking when he/she was about to pass on. Was she scared? Was he worried? Did she have any last words? What were the thoughts in her mind? Well, i guess she was terrified, worried, lost. Not because she was afraid of death but because of who she has left behind and what left undone.
They say that one shouldn't cry when you send off the dead because then they would not be able to rest in peace. You have to tell them to go, tell them not to worry. But it's hard isn't it? Because no one would want their love ones to leave them.
When my grandmother's body was about to be pushed in to be cremated, everyone wailed loudly, except my family. I guess we were taught never to openly express our sorrow. Plus, aren't we suppose to let the dead rest in peace?
Then on another occasion, you hear the people from the other hall wailing loudly while all you hear in your hall is soft whispers of I Love You and Byes. Maybe it's because the other hall was made up of relatives who were sending off an immediate elder. When the older cries, the young would follow. But what happens when the immediate family of the deceased were the young ones who remained sober, well then there would be peace and quiet.
When a parent dies and leaves behind her/his young children, it's hard. But what about the parents who live to see their young child die? Isn't it harder? Death is inevitable but when it happens to children, it stings(stinks).
Maybe the world is going to end. Maybe a huge rock would hit the waters of earth one day and cause such a huge tsunami that all would perish. Yes, maybe. Maybe , maybe, maybe. There are so many maybes in this world. Maybe if he didn't go to school, he wouldn't die. Maybe if she ate her medicine regularly, she wouldn't die. Maybe if I hadn't shouted, she wouldn't die. Maybe if he didn't cross the road, he wouldn't die. Maybe if she met him, he wouldn't die. Maybe because no one is absolutely sure of what will happen in the future. The next minute and even the next second is a mystery.
By the way, please do not ask me how's life. hahaha. That's a very odd question to ask, really. How different can life be!?! If i really want to tell someone my life story, i will and if you're not the one I'm telling then you're not the one i want to tell. Yup. No offence intended. Just a passing comment. Oh yes, and I'm really fine already so please stop asking me the same question. Feels weird.
soooooooattheendoftheday....it'sstillrannit'sstillrannit'sstillrannohhhhyesssit'ssrillrann!!!
But the way a person dies makes a whole world of a difference. Was it painful? Or was it just a painless sleep? When a person collapses and gasps for air, is that just a reflex action or does she really feel the lack of air? Then the heart fails to beat, the brain deprived of oxygen. When the heart pounds again, will she still be there even if the brain is not responding and the heart and blood pressure is maintained by medicine. No one will know.
Then you wonder what the person was thinking when he/she was about to pass on. Was she scared? Was he worried? Did she have any last words? What were the thoughts in her mind? Well, i guess she was terrified, worried, lost. Not because she was afraid of death but because of who she has left behind and what left undone.
They say that one shouldn't cry when you send off the dead because then they would not be able to rest in peace. You have to tell them to go, tell them not to worry. But it's hard isn't it? Because no one would want their love ones to leave them.
When my grandmother's body was about to be pushed in to be cremated, everyone wailed loudly, except my family. I guess we were taught never to openly express our sorrow. Plus, aren't we suppose to let the dead rest in peace?
Then on another occasion, you hear the people from the other hall wailing loudly while all you hear in your hall is soft whispers of I Love You and Byes. Maybe it's because the other hall was made up of relatives who were sending off an immediate elder. When the older cries, the young would follow. But what happens when the immediate family of the deceased were the young ones who remained sober, well then there would be peace and quiet.
When a parent dies and leaves behind her/his young children, it's hard. But what about the parents who live to see their young child die? Isn't it harder? Death is inevitable but when it happens to children, it stings(stinks).
Maybe the world is going to end. Maybe a huge rock would hit the waters of earth one day and cause such a huge tsunami that all would perish. Yes, maybe. Maybe , maybe, maybe. There are so many maybes in this world. Maybe if he didn't go to school, he wouldn't die. Maybe if she ate her medicine regularly, she wouldn't die. Maybe if I hadn't shouted, she wouldn't die. Maybe if he didn't cross the road, he wouldn't die. Maybe if she met him, he wouldn't die. Maybe because no one is absolutely sure of what will happen in the future. The next minute and even the next second is a mystery.
By the way, please do not ask me how's life. hahaha. That's a very odd question to ask, really. How different can life be!?! If i really want to tell someone my life story, i will and if you're not the one I'm telling then you're not the one i want to tell. Yup. No offence intended. Just a passing comment. Oh yes, and I'm really fine already so please stop asking me the same question. Feels weird.
soooooooattheendoftheday....it'sstillrannit'sstillrannit'sstillrannohhhhyesssit'ssrillrann!!!