Mourn for a loss...
I just recently received an
e-mail from Mysue, a fellow consultant, that Mr. Ramon Enriquez, the
facilitator for our Negotiation Skills Seminar last Nov. 16, has
already passed away just yesterday...
News like this never fails to give me a shock. It reminds me of how precious life really is, and how in just a matter of seconds, all can be taken away from you and you just cease to exist. And how, with just a snap of a finger, you are transformed from SOMEthing to NOthing. Then I remember Morrie telling Mitch (Tuesdays with Morrie) to wake up everyday and have a little chat with that little birdie on his shoulder-and ask if this was the day he was to be taken away...then his only worry would be to live each day as if it were his last, so that in the end, he wouldn't have regrets. I may not have known him personally, but I know he's been special to those whose life he has touched.
Which reminds me of the task at hand for my Theoper...I know how easy it is to utter those words, those 3 simple, yet very meaningful and profound words, to them. All I have to do is to open my mouth to let out the words. But it's the taking the courage to actually say it to them (and when to say it to them) that's the hard part...Then there's pride...But really. Is pride to take over such a simple task, when the worst thing that could ever happen is that you'd only regret your actions for what you have done (or not have done, for that matter)? Then all you can do is sulk and reminisce of the if's, but's and why's. That'd truly be sad. It's not even worth a milliliter of piss for a trouble that's no trouble at all. I don't want that to happen. So I better muster up that courage, and soon...
Men are truly irrational beings. Why do we fear something we are sure of (this time around)? We know that love exists between and amongst you and your folks. Yet you fear. Yes, because fear is brought about by that nibbling uncertainty that men continue to harbor amid security. (Or maybe, one cannot be truly secure if this is the case). How much security is secure anyway? And then there's pride yet again.
***I feel like Carey Bradshaw. Lol. Hey...this was worth some pounds of neuron to get out of my brain, what with a growling stomach...
**Incidentally, when I tried typing kpk(real name-1st n last).co.uk, it led me to a site which contained some article about the Dying Brain/Afterlife hypothesis. Hm...
"...Do not worry about tomorrow
for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own" Mt.6:34
News like this never fails to give me a shock. It reminds me of how precious life really is, and how in just a matter of seconds, all can be taken away from you and you just cease to exist. And how, with just a snap of a finger, you are transformed from SOMEthing to NOthing. Then I remember Morrie telling Mitch (Tuesdays with Morrie) to wake up everyday and have a little chat with that little birdie on his shoulder-and ask if this was the day he was to be taken away...then his only worry would be to live each day as if it were his last, so that in the end, he wouldn't have regrets. I may not have known him personally, but I know he's been special to those whose life he has touched.
Which reminds me of the task at hand for my Theoper...I know how easy it is to utter those words, those 3 simple, yet very meaningful and profound words, to them. All I have to do is to open my mouth to let out the words. But it's the taking the courage to actually say it to them (and when to say it to them) that's the hard part...Then there's pride...But really. Is pride to take over such a simple task, when the worst thing that could ever happen is that you'd only regret your actions for what you have done (or not have done, for that matter)? Then all you can do is sulk and reminisce of the if's, but's and why's. That'd truly be sad. It's not even worth a milliliter of piss for a trouble that's no trouble at all. I don't want that to happen. So I better muster up that courage, and soon...
Men are truly irrational beings. Why do we fear something we are sure of (this time around)? We know that love exists between and amongst you and your folks. Yet you fear. Yes, because fear is brought about by that nibbling uncertainty that men continue to harbor amid security. (Or maybe, one cannot be truly secure if this is the case). How much security is secure anyway? And then there's pride yet again.
***I feel like Carey Bradshaw. Lol. Hey...this was worth some pounds of neuron to get out of my brain, what with a growling stomach...
**Incidentally, when I tried typing kpk(real name-1st n last).co.uk, it led me to a site which contained some article about the Dying Brain/Afterlife hypothesis. Hm...
"...Do not worry about tomorrow
for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own" Mt.6:34