I just got a sudden flashback from when I was just about 7 to 8 yeats' old? I remember lying down on the bed and just looking at my mum and dad who was already asleep by then, and had my first thoughts about the questions of death because if I'm not mistaken, that was the first time I watched a show where a person passed away. I thought about that show, and the sadness that comes from the family after that, and I thought about where the person would go to.
"Lying down there in that wooden space, wouldn't he be scared? He just had a fall and slipped, and then fell into a deep sleep, why did he family start to burn joss sticks for him? What happens to him after that? How come he doesn't appear in the show anymore?"
And then I thought about, what if one day, that happened to me too? What if I passed away, and there is really nothing after that? No soul, nothing, just a dead shell? Would I be able to see my family members, friends again? Can I re-live the life that I was having as a human, with the people I love with me? And then I remembered about this show set in the olden times. Basically a very normal man just fell ill and passed away, and when he died his soul flew to a dark and cold place, where an old later makes a concoction of some normal looking soup, and lets him drink it, After which, he just vanished into thin air. I had read about people who died, before they recairnate, they would be asked, or forced to drink this soup called the 孟婆汤. Anyone who drinks it will forget everything that has happened to them in the mortal realm, so that they may recairnate into a new life. When I think about the memories about me, my friends, and the people I've once admired will all be gone from my life, I'll cry. It's such a saddening thought and just really upsetting. I even thought of earning lots of money in the future so that when I die, I can pass the money to the person so they wouldn't have to erase my memories. Haha. But I guess what's really worse about forgetting the memories of those I loved are the regrets of not saying the things that I should've said when I had the time or when the person was still around.
I had attended a few funeral of my relatives, and one that really had me crying was my maternal grandmother's. Although I was not really close to her, she loved me as her grandchild and always showered me with affection despite only being able to lie on her bed. I had vague memories of her still being able to move around when I was just about 4 years' old? Those memories just hit me hard on the final day of the funeral, when my mum kept quiet throughout the journey to the location, and watching her cried for her mum makes me think about her pain that she has to go through. My mum was about 50 years' old when my grandma passed away. How would it feel to live for 50 years with someone you love dearly, and that person showering you with unconditional love, just had to leave you to fend for yourself, forever? It was a pain I couldn't imagine.
I honestly feel that too many people are taking each other for granted and taking their own life as something that isn't in any way miraculous to them. I really hate it when people who wants to commit suicide says things like, "No one will care after I die. Because no one did when I was alive. No one cared for me." COME ON. Everyone has a meaning for their existence in their lives. Even a newborn baby, who may unfortunately not have the adequate stamina to maintain his life, and passed away, his parents, grandparents, who were all awaiting his arrival, would be so so sad. What more to a child who has came into this world and lived with his parents? If you were not precious to them they would have dumped you when they could. And even if your parents were some psychotic people who really couldn't care less about you and your welfare, what about your friends? How would they feel if someone they used to be so close to, someone they used to text, just disappear from their lives? Wouldn't they be sad? Life is so precious, everyday in the hospital, so many patients are struggling just to stay alive for even 1 minute more than what they are given. Those who have their lives, why can't you treasure it like those patients would? Everyone deserves to live, even criminals, they deserve to stay alive so that they can receive the punishment for their mistakes and hopefully turn over a new leaf. For people who are beyond control, death will find its way to them, like the people given death sentences.
LIFE IS PRECIOUS. TELL THE PEOPLE THAT YOU LOVE, YOU LOVE THEM, WHEN YOU CAN. Don't wait for time to make the people you have become the people you had.
I had attended a few funeral of my relatives, and one that really had me crying was my maternal grandmother's. Although I was not really close to her, she loved me as her grandchild and always showered me with affection despite only being able to lie on her bed. I had vague memories of her still being able to move around when I was just about 4 years' old? Those memories just hit me hard on the final day of the funeral, when my mum kept quiet throughout the journey to the location, and watching her cried for her mum makes me think about her pain that she has to go through. My mum was about 50 years' old when my grandma passed away. How would it feel to live for 50 years with someone you love dearly, and that person showering you with unconditional love, just had to leave you to fend for yourself, forever? It was a pain I couldn't imagine.
I honestly feel that too many people are taking each other for granted and taking their own life as something that isn't in any way miraculous to them. I really hate it when people who wants to commit suicide says things like, "No one will care after I die. Because no one did when I was alive. No one cared for me." COME ON. Everyone has a meaning for their existence in their lives. Even a newborn baby, who may unfortunately not have the adequate stamina to maintain his life, and passed away, his parents, grandparents, who were all awaiting his arrival, would be so so sad. What more to a child who has came into this world and lived with his parents? If you were not precious to them they would have dumped you when they could. And even if your parents were some psychotic people who really couldn't care less about you and your welfare, what about your friends? How would they feel if someone they used to be so close to, someone they used to text, just disappear from their lives? Wouldn't they be sad? Life is so precious, everyday in the hospital, so many patients are struggling just to stay alive for even 1 minute more than what they are given. Those who have their lives, why can't you treasure it like those patients would? Everyone deserves to live, even criminals, they deserve to stay alive so that they can receive the punishment for their mistakes and hopefully turn over a new leaf. For people who are beyond control, death will find its way to them, like the people given death sentences.
LIFE IS PRECIOUS. TELL THE PEOPLE THAT YOU LOVE, YOU LOVE THEM, WHEN YOU CAN. Don't wait for time to make the people you have become the people you had.
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