A Random Thought. #2

Death. Upon hearing this particular word either out of fear or uneasiness almost everyone would pause for a second. We know death is certain and inevitable. So, why do we fear death? Is it because of the fact that death would mean the end of worldly pleasures? It is funny how people only seek death when life becomes unbearable (due to sickness or etc)…but would a human being who is leading a happy successful life embrace death with open arms when it comes knocking on their door? Our packed food has expiry dates, funny how we don’t remember that we have our own expiry dates too. I am looking forward towards mine.Preparing myself emotionally to welcome death in anyway it wants to bring itself upon me.

Grymm Ripper. :]

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My Resolutions For 2011.......XD

1. Understand my purpose in life. 2. Learn what love is.... 3. Have the utmost respect for my parents no matter what.. 4. To not fool around with the religion i chose for myself and deepen my knowledge on its foundation... 5. Love myself 6. Take good care of my health 7. Learn to respect myself 8. Take suffering of any kind as a lesson that i must learn in order to build myself 9. Know what i do and why i do it 10."think consequences" I don't really believe i can accomplish all of these within 2011 but what i have in mind is that to begin working on them from this year....Wish me luck! (p/s: huneybiel n ekin i will love the both of you always....thank you for being my besties!) ~ladyindira~

Ann

She cried again last night. As usual I had nothing to say but pat her to sleep. Almost two and a half years of continued weeping at night. Shouldering the burden of soothing a 7-year-old, what wisdom does a 10-year-old have to bring it to a stop. Lying next to me, sharing a single bed “Akka, where is mommy?”, the same question asked repeatedly, drowned only by the whir of the fan keeping us cool on sweltering summer nights. Looking at her this morning, you would never know the existence of her nightly griefs. Grandma held her hand whilst we both waited for our 6 a.m. school bus. Her short curly hair, dark blue primary pinafore, white shoes, slouching under the weight of her school bag pregnant with heavy textbooks, she looks so ordinary. Or maybe not, we both were unusually skinny and scrawny. Something we have constantly been made fun of at school; a few more years later down the line when we both approached puberty the bullying is only made worse for being flat ches...

Death is earthly.

Six feet under, Tear stained soil, White lilies, A requiem mass. Carpet of grass, Pregnant clouds, A gentle drizzle, Footsteps fading, Branches swaying. Tranquil. Misted with sympathy, The breeze sighs patiently, The songbird sings a glum melody, "Memento mori, memento mori." "Death is the end of your story." Many a dawn, Many a dusk, Daisies pushed, A banquet of maggots, A feast of flesh, Stripped to bones, Naked. The earth nourished, The earth flourished. Death is mercy. Death is earthly. For dust thou art, Unto dust thou shalt return. GrymmRipper. :]

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