Monday 18 May 2009

The Art Behind My Passing

How do you want to transit between life and death? many will likely say through a "fast and painless", "smooth and swift" transition without sensing anything. But in realities, although some really did drifted away while they're deeply slumbered, others passed out and died few minutes after chatting with their mates and love ones. But designing a denoument of our own, to make it more appealing to ourselves and inspiring to our "to be left behind" is something really beyond our own control. Because we can neither predict when nor how are we gonna pass from this realm of realities into the ghostly dimension of Eternity. Death is just lurking around the corner, patiently waiting to take his shot, sometimes he strikes too fast and sometimes too slow until each slight glimmer of hope fade unto abysmal depth of despair and hopelessness.

Why there has to be an end to everything especially human life form? isn't it more romantic if we all has to live "if only" for eternity? I beleived in GOD, the FATHER ALMIGHTY, the SAVIOR of HEAVEN and EARTH. I have no right to question HIS every wants and decisions. Let's say nobody will die. That's adsurd! Imagine how crowded not only the earth but our galaxy perhaps unto this day. Imagine how awful it will be seeing old people strolling the streets with shoulders leveled with their knees......these only shows how GOD created everything in HARMONY that fateful days/a week to be exact.

I myself has honestly cheated death twice. Surviving the first time was hard luck. The second time, there was a mysterious GUY popped out of nowhere, patiently watching my back while I was too weak to get up. He was silently sitting beside me when I woke up at the grassy ground of BACLARAN CHURCH, escorted me to where I was heading....And right then I realized there's someone really leading me away from the mess, from the quagmire I've been envolved with all those times. I started appreciating life back again, bravely faced the obstacle that challenges the intensity of my resolves because I knew the next time I'll face death might be my last.

I've learned that death shouldn't be feared of. It wasn't really an enemy as how it was portrayed for ages by our ancestors. For me, HE is a friend, someone reliable to offer us freedom from this sinful world where we've existed. What I've been starting to fear is that HE might take me too quick this time; at this time when I've already found the reason why I must exist longer; at this time when I already have the special person I wanted to spend the rest of my lifetime. But whatever GOD has planned for me, so be it! who am I to questioned HIS judgement anyway?