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I don't know what I should post, so I thought maybe I would post one entry from my diary. I edited some parts though. This is not exactly recent. You might not understand some parts though. After all, it IS my diary.






Death. The word has come to mean many different things among the various races and cultures of this planet called Earth. Some believe in the start of an “afterlife”. Some believe in reincarnation. Some believe in oblivion. But to all, it is the absolute statement of an entity’s existence, the ultimate end of sentience. Until recently, I never would have realized the importance of such a simple word.

For the past year, instances of death have been looming about me. This phenomenon has been rare in my life, and if I live a hundred years, I fear that this will change. This is a fact to lament, since most of the acquaintances I’ve made in the past few years, I’ve come to call them either friend or family. It is an irony though, that one only gets respect after death, and it could never be more true. Seeing is believing.

Since the time that my grandfather was divorced with granny, I’ve never met him. And that is, since I was born. My mum, she went to visit him once every year. My uncle, once every month. My grandma…. I don’t know how long she hasn’t seen him. However, since the last few days of his funeral, such enmity between him and my grandma seemed to dissolve altogether. Instead, she feels regret, feels sorry, for the past many years when she never bothered to visit him.

I see sadness in death, and I see happiness. Many a times I have seen tortured, tormented souls seek sanctuary through death. It is the easiest escape, the simplest route to walk away from life. Alas, never have I seen anyone who does not fear death. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but there is no beauty on death. It is the dying flame, the last breath, the final curtain. It is The End. Or is it not? Is there life after death? In the faultless paradise, Heaven? Or the burning abyss of Hell?

Yet, who determines paradise? Is it the infallible, impeccable, perfect being, God? It is said that in heaven, it is the perfect happiness. But what is perfect happiness? Isn’t what humans find happiness from normally a vice? Money, alcohol, drugs, carnal lust. What man prefers is usually something evil, is it not? Who is the one that defines an act as evil?

So many questions, yet none have I the answers to.

i kind of fluctuated at the end ><

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Anyways, I rather not go big on the death thing, even though it seems to be the dominating subject of Piguren's post. I just want to say..... Bring it on, Death xP. Seriously~ I am not afraid of death, just the means of getting to it. x3 But I guess you can just assume right there that I've never been to a real life-or-death situation, so you're going to assume I will be afraid of it once I actually meet death in the eye. =p Believe what you want, I am just sticking to my statement, means of death, not death itself. T.T

fine

i shall post about desperation next time ><

Hey pigu, you said in your sig that you never change your clothes.. do headgears count for you? xp

For a minute there, when you were describing desperation, it sounded like depression, because you stated 'loss of hope.' I'm not going to be poetic like you two are about it xp but I just want to say... desperation, anger, determination, those emotions can get the right person's adrenline working. Hope is like a mindset to get someone going, but doesn't hope lead to determination which cause the action to live on?

sweatdrop What do I know... I'm in my own little world. 3nodding

thank you

but there's helplessness when there's no hope isn't it? the spirit is the base, hope is the one that moves it. it's sort of like a candle and the flame. the spirit wont burn without it's fire.