As far as I can remember, people come and go as often as they can throughout our lives. We try to hold onto them as much as we can but sooner or later, there comes a phase in life where they began immersing back into the background from they first emerged from. Friends come and go, best friends come and disappear for long whiles and well, as far as romance and other such adolescent profligacies go, they appear as mysteriously as they vanish. Sometimes it seems a little intimidating as we fear that all the figures that stood by us so strongly and supportively now begin fading away through the cycle of life. It almost indicates a lonely ending to our existence.
Then of course with all this pondering, fleeting images of deaying teeth and senile chattering at the corner of an abandoned old folks’ home comes to haunt us in ourthoughts. Yikes! I am TOO sure that there is no way that I would end up that way but nevertheless, the thought does seem very daunting. The existence or the manifestation of such a thought does leave room for deliberation upon the subject however. Sometimes, well, since its my blog I might as well be painfully honest about it. Most of the times, I sit reflecting the person I was and the person I am and the person that I’m bound to become, which breathes life to all sorts of puzzlements and anguishes as well as much anticipated excitement. I plot and plan and predict all at the same time but there remains a part of me that keep I have not explored yet. In fact, this unchartered territory within me holds depths that I fear, I don’t have the dexterity to handle just yet. It brings about so many questions that pertains myself that well, I am not in full capacity to address at the current moment. I’m still a flower blooming (metaphorically, of course) and there is a greater depths of me that I have to understand before I can derive a safe conclusion about who I truly am. Maybe at this moment, the safest saying to abide by would be, some secrets are best left unearthed.
There is so much to life than we truly understand. Life is not all about the mass accumulation of material wealth, nor is it about the health and preservation of life form neither is it about how much intelligence and knowledge we have acquired within our lifetime. Every person seems so interested and captivated by the after thought of life, the derivation of what they had earned by the end of the day that the most important criterias in life lay forgotten. My father isn’t a man that has a worldly sense of intellect or impeccable intelligence in any way, but there is one thing that I proudly acclaim he has, an astounding sense of equilibrium between his intellectual perception and his emotional quotient. He has so wisely inherited the secret to life and of course like most fathers, tenderly enriched me with his profound erudition.
"Life is not about what you achieve, its about how you achieve it. Life is not about how much you inherited but how much you contributed. Life is not about who remembers you but what they remember you for." These words will ring in my ears till the day I breathe my last breath but till then I will carry it to the ends of the world with me. I can see now why the saying "Behind every succesful man there is a woman" My mother has definately been a pillar of support. Never crumbling in the eyes of a storm, unflinching to terror and unshaken by the due detriments that all individuals encounter. She has and always will be the backbone of the family. There is one thing that I have failed to mention prior to all this. I had uncovered the puzzle to the many riddles that once plagued my senses and pervaded it with a dreadful notion of loneliness.
As long as I have these two figures in flesh and in soul with me, how could I possibly ever claim to be alone? Even if they are one day, to be consumed by the very earth that incarnated them, they will continue to prevail in my heart, mind and soul making them forever immortalized to me. Having realized that although their presence may fade, and theyre flesh may dissolve into the earth once more, the life that they breathed into my soul and the life that they envisioned I will have will continously pound through every heart beat and pulse through every nerve and vein of this soul. To me, if Shakespeare his love through his sonnets, I will do the very same. I will immortalize the very souls that blessed my perseity by breathing life to their dreams and wishes. They will live through me. They will continue to see the world through my eyes, breathe the air through my lungs and feel the world through my touch. They will live through the teachings that they blessed and through the moments that they’ve shared. To me, they are already immortal.
Then of course with all this pondering, fleeting images of deaying teeth and senile chattering at the corner of an abandoned old folks’ home comes to haunt us in ourthoughts. Yikes! I am TOO sure that there is no way that I would end up that way but nevertheless, the thought does seem very daunting. The existence or the manifestation of such a thought does leave room for deliberation upon the subject however. Sometimes, well, since its my blog I might as well be painfully honest about it. Most of the times, I sit reflecting the person I was and the person I am and the person that I’m bound to become, which breathes life to all sorts of puzzlements and anguishes as well as much anticipated excitement. I plot and plan and predict all at the same time but there remains a part of me that keep I have not explored yet. In fact, this unchartered territory within me holds depths that I fear, I don’t have the dexterity to handle just yet. It brings about so many questions that pertains myself that well, I am not in full capacity to address at the current moment. I’m still a flower blooming (metaphorically, of course) and there is a greater depths of me that I have to understand before I can derive a safe conclusion about who I truly am. Maybe at this moment, the safest saying to abide by would be, some secrets are best left unearthed.
There is so much to life than we truly understand. Life is not all about the mass accumulation of material wealth, nor is it about the health and preservation of life form neither is it about how much intelligence and knowledge we have acquired within our lifetime. Every person seems so interested and captivated by the after thought of life, the derivation of what they had earned by the end of the day that the most important criterias in life lay forgotten. My father isn’t a man that has a worldly sense of intellect or impeccable intelligence in any way, but there is one thing that I proudly acclaim he has, an astounding sense of equilibrium between his intellectual perception and his emotional quotient. He has so wisely inherited the secret to life and of course like most fathers, tenderly enriched me with his profound erudition.
"Life is not about what you achieve, its about how you achieve it. Life is not about how much you inherited but how much you contributed. Life is not about who remembers you but what they remember you for." These words will ring in my ears till the day I breathe my last breath but till then I will carry it to the ends of the world with me. I can see now why the saying "Behind every succesful man there is a woman" My mother has definately been a pillar of support. Never crumbling in the eyes of a storm, unflinching to terror and unshaken by the due detriments that all individuals encounter. She has and always will be the backbone of the family. There is one thing that I have failed to mention prior to all this. I had uncovered the puzzle to the many riddles that once plagued my senses and pervaded it with a dreadful notion of loneliness.
As long as I have these two figures in flesh and in soul with me, how could I possibly ever claim to be alone? Even if they are one day, to be consumed by the very earth that incarnated them, they will continue to prevail in my heart, mind and soul making them forever immortalized to me. Having realized that although their presence may fade, and theyre flesh may dissolve into the earth once more, the life that they breathed into my soul and the life that they envisioned I will have will continously pound through every heart beat and pulse through every nerve and vein of this soul. To me, if Shakespeare his love through his sonnets, I will do the very same. I will immortalize the very souls that blessed my perseity by breathing life to their dreams and wishes. They will live through me. They will continue to see the world through my eyes, breathe the air through my lungs and feel the world through my touch. They will live through the teachings that they blessed and through the moments that they’ve shared. To me, they are already immortal.
