Buhay at Kamatayan

Life is precious.

It’s way too fragile than any expensive vase; it’s worth way more than any diamonds or pearls.

I don’t know where “life is unfair” came from, for nobody really knows why your life is worse or better than the others; or, why they’re lucky and you’re not. Now is the time you can choose between luck or destiny. Two of the things I still question ‘til now.

I don’t know where “life is full of shit” came from either, when it’s not always like that. Life is full of so many things. And when a human being dislikes some of those, he blames it to life; when his surroundings satisfy what he wants, he thinks life is good.

Life is viewed in so many different ways. It may literally be defined as being or existence; but the point of life is experienced by you. Its beauty and ugliness depends on how you make it to be. Life resides within you. Nobody can actually tell you why you are here, it’s a mystery. No one can live the life you have for you, you own it. If there are godly powers present behind this, to me, it remains a mystery; a question only me can answer.

The purpose of life, the reason for being lies in your own hands. What is it about for you? So many philosophers and geniuses have identified what life should be about. Our teachers and mentors had taught us right and wrong. Preachers told us the holy purpose. Well what do you believe in?

My life, for me, is an opportunity. An opportunity to see, to hear, to taste, to think, to feel… My joy and misery reminds me that I’m alive. The very reason why I wouldn’t complain why I go through bad times. It’s simply because I feel, and I am no exception. I have a God and my God resides in my heart and in my mind. I have stopped going to church and listening to gospels, but my faith I have kept inside of me. A hope that somewhere maybe in the heavens, someone’s watching over me.

Death is inescapable.

We don’t always appreciate it, we barely even think about it. Like life, nobody really knows where it’s coming from, what happens after it, or how it works and feels when a person dies. And like life, its beauty and ugliness depends on our own perception.

They say we’re all heading there, but nobody knew when. You can take away your own life, but you cannot bring back a lost life like repairing a broken toy or modifying an impaired system. Death is a powerful end, a permanent closing of a chapter, a one-way street heading to the unknown.

I’m not scared of dying. But it doesn’t mean I’m ready to face death myself. My sensitive personality leads me to hate life sometimes, but never did it occur to me to end my life by purpose just so I can get rid of my own sorrows. To me, there’s so much more to see and appreciate in this life; there’s so much to discover and experience. I may not be able to touch them all, but I still want to live. Like I said, life is precious. It’s an opportunity. Only death can take it away from me.

Death is everywhere.

It has no permanent home. It has no special treatment, no favoritism. It can eat you up too slow or beat you in a snap. You can't run from it nor hide from it; and most of all, you can't stop it from coming. 

I've had thrills in my life  but never reached the extent of almost losing it. Never been to the brink of death either. But to me, we come to realize how life can be so short when you come close to it. I felt sad, I felt hopeless; at that time I felt like I would do anything, trade anything, make promises and tears; cling to my faith and appreciate the love I get. And I knew I was anxious. I wasn't ready to play dead.

Death, just the thought of it gives me the creeps; and the suspense will consume your brain in curiosity, in cluelessness, in fear. Then again, only if you entertain the thoughts. Death, however, will have its power over me if it involves the life of my loved ones, the people dear to me, people I've lived to be with; that, more than likely is how death can hurt me. Losing a loved one...nothing is as painful as that.

However, dying or losing ones life has never stopped us from doing the risky. Human as we are, we even crave for the extreme and strive to go beyond the limits. It may be true, that savoring the little tasty bits of your life can make death worthwhile.