so some people try to believe death is actually a happy thing as the dead would be reborn in heaven or something better realm
but it is just a new method to ease the left ones’ sadness, lift up their hopes and guide them to move on.
but to me, death is forever a sad thing, whether to be reborn in heaven or hell
but it’s a nature’s way, just like a joy when parents expecting their babies, as well as sadness being separated from loved ones.
happiness, sadness, are nothing.
some hasn’t seen true sadness, they can never be grateful so they kept complaining on life
some who had gone thru true sadness, forever live in happiness by being grateful
and for me, most times, i forget about this, thru my ignorance and foolishness.
it’s funny a minute you surrounded yourself with joyful aura but next minute turned to be sorrowful.
nothing last forever, some last only a minute or less.
i believe, once i hold tight and won’t let it go, however there is a must to let it go, someday. with or without my concern, with or without my approval, if to go, just go.
it is just funny how it seems God played on us, but “He” actually had warned us before.
i’m not sad, thou people might see i am fall into pieces.
i’m not crying, thou it seems i’m all wet.
it’s just … trying to simplify my needs, to cope with so many losses in life.
there is only one person will never leave me: myself
thru ups and downs of life,
til my final breath.
therefore, i will treat myself better
i will eat healthy, behave myself
clean this body, purify the mind
because everyone is actually the same,
i won’t let myself being harmed by others
so i won’t harm others as well, all living beings.
two is better than one
but it is the best to be alone if there’s no equal or better companion
can you hear it ?
the voice of singing ghosts breaks this silence
it used to be humble and peaceful
but now filled with filthy nonsenses.
feels like yesterdays, those longest years were carried on my back
in a blink of an eye, future seems haunting beyond my very eyes
the ghosts burn themselves over and over
i breathe the fear, inhale those insecurity over faked strength
human beings are destined to be happy with their closed eyes to reality
they are designed to create imaginations craved with faith but lack of humanity
our different paths were addressed as mislead journey
no matter how far i travel, coming home is always a joy
the home that being so close to those singing ghosts
how they yearn of becoming celestial
however deep under the ground
may i find peace
to the kind persons in my life.
of course, my parents.
well, also Buddha.
life companions …
and also …
thanking myself all these years
be able to avoid things that would be regretted later
be able to do things that would inspire me to do better
be able to never stop learning, always try to be honest and humble.
because life is just like a dream, isn’t it?
whether it is a good dream, a nightmare,
as some things not ours to take control,
all i have to do is treat this self properly, behave well.
in the end, i think, it doesn’t matter if you don’t achieve great things,
because life itself is great, as long as you live properly, grow compassion and sincerity
it is a blessing to all, not bringing disgrace to family and society, just live as it is,
may all beings be happy, be able to retain their happiness, be at peace.
i used to write down the things i hate at the office.
as far as i remember most related to those uncooperative colleagues,
some were my own undisciplined character, made my tasks completed with flaws.
but to think it over, all my problems as above, the things i hate, are not important now.
because it all happened in the past, let it be. i’m just fine right now.
when i was a little kid, my mom often said this phrase “this is life”
now i can understand what was actually she talked about,
the matters of life, being born, live a life, becoming old, sick, and die,
paths taken, with all the experiences, tears, joy, until the end.
seeing the babies born
seeing the oldies passed away
seeing the youngsters with blissful or wasteful youth
under this same old empty sky…
i used to say, i want to become the wind,
but now i want to become an air,
because it is unseen, cannot be felt,
just fill the emptiness with nothingness.
listening to old songs
feels like yesterday’s newly released
i miss those times
feels like the future parly reversed.
i’m not afraid of death.
it’s just i am afraid if when i die, my mind filled with regrets and my heart is restless.
therefore, may when i die, circumstances let me build a condition to retain such peace of mind, without regrets.
therefore, let me live this life, at its best, free from hatred, ill-will, and hypocrisy.
may all beings retain their happiness, be at peace.