Saturday, July 28, 2007

a little peek at my dashboard before this page loaded. and i realised that i am at post 601.

anyway. i just came back. it was kinda sad. was never really close to him. but conversations with him always induced a sense of pride in me to be an acs boy. and there was always that soccer talk. haha. and its like i just stood in that hall, as some strode forward, recounting, reflecting, reliving times with this man they called their father, their uncle, their brother, their friend.

was really touched and close to tears. and at that point in time. it really made me think about the measure of a man. how can greatness truly be measured. many would easily say, by the legacy u leave behind. but in what manner, when ur gone, who would be at ur wake, what about those u knew in school to those u knew at the workplace to those u met in your twilight years. what would they have to say. i guess, achievements, nah, no one really speaks about that, he had a business, in his heyday, he was one great businessman. so what. but what we spoke of was his character. a loving father, a caring grandfather, a man for fellowship that the fantasy of a food centre drink stall accepting credit was fantasy no more, a man of both sense and nonsense. a man that many through the days, years, decades remembered. a man who impacted those around him whether in a great or small manner. i guess, how well u lived ur life and how much u loved others and that area of which both aspects overlap. that is the measure of a man.

indeed life is short. and i just stood there imagining. realising the truth of it all. all of us are gonna end up there one day, makes me wonder how it ll be like one day when looking into it i see those that are dearest to me and one day when those dearest to me are looking at me inside it. and i stood there, turned around, my eye settled upon characters from young to old, and those whose eyes had turned red. i thought to myself, what happens one day, when u can no longer speak to them, when they ll no longer be able to feel ur expression of love. will it only be then do u really treasure and miss their presence. u know. when u go for these sort of stuff, it was probably the first one i had been to for a long long time, first from an immediate family. but it makes u appreciate life, view it from a different perspective, and u look at those who grieve, u know one day, it might be ur turn to grieve and ultimately your turn to go. live life like u want to and like you should, live life to the fullest, love others to the fullest, for every single soul, for every single aspiration, for that purpose u were brought here for. one life. one love. live it. love it.

You come in cold,
You're covered in blood.
They're all so happy you've arrived.
The doctor cuts your chord.
He hands you to your mom.
She sets you free into this life.
And where do you go with no destination,
No maps to guide you.
Wouldn't you know that it doesn't matter,
We all end up the same.

These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of your life.

And money talks in this world,
Thats what idiots will say
But you'll find out that this world, Is just an idiots parade
Before you go, you've got some questions.And you want answers
But now you're old, cold, covered in blood,
Right back to where you started from

And these are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the worst day of your life.

But these are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of,
Today could be the worst day of,
Today could be the last day of your life.
It's your life, your life.

Chronicles of Life and Death by Good Charlotte

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill, And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

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