We would have regrets. "I hope I did this or that instead." But it is too late now, the time has come, and we would have to go.
A reminder, a truth I so often forget: All things come to an end.
Life is meaningless, but humans can't accept that. They believed that if they didn't find the meaning, they would not be successful. They believed that without money, they can't do everything they want and be what they wanted to be.
Each of us has known someone with cancer, and many of us have lost someone because of cancer. Cancer isn't political. Cancer doesn't normally attack people based on skin color. Cancer doesn't discriminate. But apparently tonight, some people are slightly skewed in their thinking and believe that this man's death doesn't count.
The end of an old life and the start of another. That's what the Buddhists like to believe. To be reborn once again.
paano ko nanaising magpatuloy kung sa bandang huli ay maraming mawawala? sapat na sakin ang dalawampu't walong taon na nasilayan ko ang kariktan ng daigdig,
Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones.
How can you not cry in a funeral? How can you not cry? How can you not ask yourself if people would come to yours? How can you not question life when parents bury their child?
That despite all the struggles and failures, the criticisms, the eyebrow-raising, eye-rolling, and all the name-calling, I choose to be happy. And that’s what matters.
I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender and longest slumber.
Does it really hurt to die?
Not much of him was left lying there in the casket, just a figment of his formal self. We quarreled the last time we had met, threatened we would kill ourselves.