P told me this morning his friend's mum passed on few days ago. I thought I said "oh...". Anyway, at least she's relieved of pain now.
Sometimes I wonder, what would I do if I have only one month left on planet Earth. Maybe I would do something really outrageous before ending my own life. There are loads that I would love to do but havent had the ability, time, motivation etc. but to do them all in the month before I die, I mean, what's the point.
I have discussed with MM a couple of times, about how our generation does not treasure life as preciously as my dad's. When my dad went for his bypass surgery 1.5 years ago, I could see how afraid he was to leave. It's not the pain that he was expecting himself to go through, but the risk of losing his life. It's not as though I didn't want my dad to live, I was worried as well, but it wasn't easy for me to understand why was it so hard for him to face death which is inevitable anyway.
Maybe for my dad, where everything does not come easy, were fought for and built with using his bare hands, life is more precious. I haven't seen anyone so in love with his job and I thought he wasn't really looking forward to retirement. I have always been very proud of what my dad. I thought he has achieved quite a bit compared to his peers and as I am older now, I can clearly see how life for me has been smooth sailing because of him. On rare occassions, my folks will remind MM and I how difficult life was for them when we were younger.
Everything seems to come by so easily for us and perhaps the toughest war we have ever fought in was at school. Maybe the fight might be what is really missing in our lives (or my life).
Sometimes I wonder, what would I do if I have only one month left on planet Earth. Maybe I would do something really outrageous before ending my own life. There are loads that I would love to do but havent had the ability, time, motivation etc. but to do them all in the month before I die, I mean, what's the point.
I have discussed with MM a couple of times, about how our generation does not treasure life as preciously as my dad's. When my dad went for his bypass surgery 1.5 years ago, I could see how afraid he was to leave. It's not the pain that he was expecting himself to go through, but the risk of losing his life. It's not as though I didn't want my dad to live, I was worried as well, but it wasn't easy for me to understand why was it so hard for him to face death which is inevitable anyway.
Maybe for my dad, where everything does not come easy, were fought for and built with using his bare hands, life is more precious. I haven't seen anyone so in love with his job and I thought he wasn't really looking forward to retirement. I have always been very proud of what my dad. I thought he has achieved quite a bit compared to his peers and as I am older now, I can clearly see how life for me has been smooth sailing because of him. On rare occassions, my folks will remind MM and I how difficult life was for them when we were younger.
Everything seems to come by so easily for us and perhaps the toughest war we have ever fought in was at school. Maybe the fight might be what is really missing in our lives (or my life).
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