End of the Road

We are all gonna die. That's a fact of life. Nobody can escape this. It's just a matter of when and how. Almost everybody I know is afraid to die. They are afraid of the pain that usually accompanies death. Would it be excruciating or mind numbing? They are also afraid of the pain and anguish they are going to inflict to their loved ones upon their demise.

Some are not yet prepared. They still have a lot of things they haven't done. There are a lot more to accomplish. They have not yet fully enjoyed/lived their life.

Others are uncertain where they will go after they die. Will they go to hell —- no hope, eternal damnation. Will they go to purgatory as part of their cleansing? For how long? What is the purification ritual? What about for those people who don't believe in life after death? Their belief is that life is the endgame. They fade into nothingness upon death. How sad…..

Life’s Learning Process

Life sucks. Why is it that we are given the test first, the lesson afterwards. Shouldn't it be : present the lesson first, have a review then take the test afterwards, just like in class? It's not fair. In some instances, when you fail the test, you can't make up for it anymore. No re-takes. You are marked for life. Why do we know the value of something only after we've lost it? Can't we just intrinsically know its importance from the start so that there would be no regrets? Can't a bell toll if we are taking things for granted? I guess that's life learning process. Life must be lived forward, understood backwards………

Passively in Charge

Recently, a lot of people told me they expected me to be the first one to break down. They thought I couldn't handle it. But I passed that excruciating test with flying colors — going even beyond the call of duty. Boy, were they surprised! Some even sought my "services" should they need it in the future. But that got me thinking. What did people of think of me? A weakling? Please don't be fooled by my demeanor. I do have strength should the situation call for it. It's just that if someone wants to take the lead and responsibility, but all means, knock yourself out. I'm not going to stop you. But if no one wants to step up to the plate, that's when I take the rank of a captain. But please don't think I'm invincible for I am not immune to battlescars. I just don't wear them like badges of honor. I hold them close to my heart where only my God can see.

Written Recitation

I'm no writer as you evidently read in my past blogs. Given the choice to convey a message in its written form or by word of mouth, I'd rather express it orally. I have nothing against putting things in paper, it's just that I have poor penmanship. I'm also awful in grammar as well as in spelling (please don't tell my grade school teachers). Putting things in black and white is more formal while talking is more personal. Reading a message is more subject to misinterpretation, misconstruing the writer's intent. While communicating the message verbally allows the listener to ask questions immediately in case clarification is needed. The listener also gets to digest the non-verbal message — inflection/tone of the voice, facial expressions and mannerism.

I'm sure the advantages of putting the pen to paper outweights the contrary. Writers could rebutt my arguments point by point. But in my mind, the real question that begs to be answered is how do you convey a potential devastating information to a loved one?

Quiet Desperation

I want to rant, rave and scream. It's hard to bottle up things inside.