life

Such a simple word, spelt by 4 letters. But it entails so much. Happiness, sadness, sufferings, pain, birth, death, separation.

A person grows with each realization of a feeling. Lessons learnt can be painful and heart wrenching, but we grow mentally.

How a person handles the painful part is probably what differentiates a saint, a strong willed person and a weak willed person. A weak willed person could probably cry, complain, blame whatever/whoever they can blame for the plight. Some may turn bitter and plot for revenge for the injustice they have received.

The strong will person will probably cry, learnt a lesson, grit his/her teeth and continue on with life. A saint will probably chant, meditate and seem nonchalant to the feelings.

As for me, I’ve long realized it, it’s just that the intense I feel varies at different points of my life. Realised that we will all end up in the same way, dead, decomposed, or for some, cremate. We bring nothing along with us to the nether world. So I realized that kinship is the most important.

It’s important to cultivate good relationship with your close ones, like children, mother and of course spouse. (the next part seems difficult to carry on, I’ve typed 3 times, but 3 times I deleted what I wrote.) whatever it is that I wanted to say, children are important to me, so is my spouse. Cherish them while I’m still alive and kicking, cherish them while they are still alive and kicking.

Someone once said, it’s better to be loved than to love someone. True, it’s better to be loved, but it’s good to love back someone.