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Thanks for whoever who posted that recent comment. He, who has departed, is truly an inspiring figure.
I stopped to blog here. But I am still blogging at somewhere else, which is made anonymous. Life has been busy with work. Months passed like weeks for me nowadays. Very soon, it will be Dec and 2007 would be over.
Sometimes, I still stop to ponder. Ponder about what? Anything that comes in that flux into my mind. My mind has been in a constant flux.
Currently, I am finding inspiration for my next drawing. Supposed to be doing on impressionism. Haven't really read up on impressionism. I won't say I love drawing cos' there is times when I am really lazy to draw. But I feel so close to drawing. Maybe cos' I grew up drawing when I was young. It is something so close to my heart, and depicts the unspoken emotions inside me. I have a lot of whacky ideas that I wanna apply to my drawings, and I just can't wait to try them out.
I want to never fear death. Life and death. Who talks about them?
If I fear life, it would be the fear of not living MY life.
If I fear death, it would be the unwillingness to let go of of what I hold in my hands.
This week, someone passed away from multiple external and internal injuries from a RTA. He was a drug-abuser, a sleepwalker, a young man who was down with depression. I remembered attending to him for a brief few minutes in the medical centre, calling out his name repeatedly to ask for him. Would he have known his life was to be ended in just a few months' time? One thing for sure: I never saw this coming. Now I stop to ponder, "Have he let go?"
The group of young dragonboaters who died in the waters of Cambodia. It is indeed painful for their loved ones. I never stop to ponder about it until just now. Along with it, there comes a sense of heaviness.
When death comes, let go before you surrender.
I always ponder upon this saying.
"The best gift for the dead is not remembrance, but forgetting them..."
I stopped to blog here. But I am still blogging at somewhere else, which is made anonymous. Life has been busy with work. Months passed like weeks for me nowadays. Very soon, it will be Dec and 2007 would be over.
Sometimes, I still stop to ponder. Ponder about what? Anything that comes in that flux into my mind. My mind has been in a constant flux.
Currently, I am finding inspiration for my next drawing. Supposed to be doing on impressionism. Haven't really read up on impressionism. I won't say I love drawing cos' there is times when I am really lazy to draw. But I feel so close to drawing. Maybe cos' I grew up drawing when I was young. It is something so close to my heart, and depicts the unspoken emotions inside me. I have a lot of whacky ideas that I wanna apply to my drawings, and I just can't wait to try them out.
I want to never fear death. Life and death. Who talks about them?
If I fear life, it would be the fear of not living MY life.
If I fear death, it would be the unwillingness to let go of of what I hold in my hands.
This week, someone passed away from multiple external and internal injuries from a RTA. He was a drug-abuser, a sleepwalker, a young man who was down with depression. I remembered attending to him for a brief few minutes in the medical centre, calling out his name repeatedly to ask for him. Would he have known his life was to be ended in just a few months' time? One thing for sure: I never saw this coming. Now I stop to ponder, "Have he let go?"
The group of young dragonboaters who died in the waters of Cambodia. It is indeed painful for their loved ones. I never stop to ponder about it until just now. Along with it, there comes a sense of heaviness.
When death comes, let go before you surrender.
I always ponder upon this saying.
"The best gift for the dead is not remembrance, but forgetting them..."