What you gonna do?

Life starts in the womb and ends in a deathbed. It’s one of mysteries of life we ought not to know when, where, how will all it happen.

But what if now, you are tested by fate? Are you prepared… to die? But what if now, you are tested by fate? Are you prepared… to die? But what if now, you are tested by fate? Are you prepared… to die? But what if now, you are tested by fate? Are you prepared… to die? But what if now, you are tested by fate? Are you prepared… to die? But what if now, you are tested by fate? Are you prepared… to die? (Lines dropped by an evil thing then laughs out loud after)

OMG. I would have got a pan and smashed it into his face until he keeps his blooded mouth shut. haha

But seriously, it’s a big NO.

The other day I had a chance to attend a friend’s funeral wake. While looking at her inside a glass box, there I had my deepest and morbid thoughts. Human beings face the same fate. I know I will face mine soon but hopefully tested at the age of eightysomethings.

I don’t know what’s beyond the little everydays my pointless life have dealt with. It’s as if I have traded my precious gems into rotten tomatoes. But now that I mind the concept of dying – it somehow made me a freaking lady with bargaining lines that at this point, there are lots of spaces in my life need to be filled up. For my sixty years to go, I still want to achieve my dreams, have my own family, travel to different places, to move on with the current page I’m reviewing on (been jammed for 4 days in a row), battling with menopause as soon as I get in my 40’s, have my own charity, celebrate my golden birthday with my grandchildren and blah blah blah. Well, It’s because it will be difficult for me to die peacefully if I haven’t fulfilled my duties and obligations to my family, friends, loved ones and own destiny.

To be afraid of dying is like being afraid of discarding an old worn-out garment

—Gandhi

We develop attachments as we live our lives here but we also must be geared up to pay for the charge of grief when separation takes place. Given a clue that nothing is temporary in this world. Sigh.

Birth and death are like two ends of string. You can’t remove one end while wishing to keep the other. Or fair to say, if there’s a start, there’s an end. Everybody is going to hit the dust. That’s the way it is. That is a factual happening. We are ALL going to meet the same end.

Suddenly, the evil thing appears again and asked you,

Are you ready for this day to be your last day? – Because today could be your last day.

Death— the last sleep? No the final awakening.

—Walter Scott

~ by ickaissimo on October 30, 2007.