Live like you were dying

A good friend of mine, he's got a friend who is a monk living in a monetary in France.

The monk doesn't keep anything as he thinks that everyone comes to this life alone and will leave this life the same way. The pictures, books, things his family and friends bring to him would be returned since nothing can be taken away when he leaves with his God. 


He said, memories will be enough for him and they can only be kept as long as his brain functions, one day, they will also disappear along with his rotten body.

It is really difficult for his family and friends to hear as if he is already prepared, everyday, to depart. He lives as the day is the last day for him on earth. So he cherishes every visits he has, every books he reads, every meals he tastes and every breath he's taken in.

Days after hearing this story, I encountered some greatest difficulties and heartaches.

I stood in front of the mirror one morning after crying to sleep the night before, watched the marks left from the tears I shed. The curtains were closed but I can see the light. 

I thought to myself,  "If today was a gift, tomorrow is not eternity, what would I do with it? What can I do with it? What should I do with it? Who do I want to spend the time with?"

I opened the window. It was sunny, the wind was breezy. I suddenly realized,

I shall not waste any minutes of my life to worry, to calculate, to think more than necessary, and to be confused.

I shall take a chance and live the moment, despite how it would turn out. I can't control the outcome, but I can make every seconds of my life counts.

If tomorrow was a gift, I shall begin living in sunshine today. We'll never know until we try.

Yesterday was gone, last weekend was far away. There might not be another day.

Old fashion

Even I work in a field that requires me to be always staying as the pioneer of everything in this digital era. I couldn't help to notice that in some ways, I am still very much old fashion.

While everyone is writing emails to each other nowadays, I try to write letters by hand if I could, especially to people I really care.

While e-book reader is getting popular around the world and honestly is very convenient, I still find holding a real book and smelling the fresh paper ink each time I turn a page more attractive.

While downloading movies and TV shows is a common practice now for nearly every young households, and I can't deny the fact that it's really economical, I still do not mind going to a theater with someone special on a Saturday evening with some popcorn in my hands.

While MP3, iPod and music related app changed the way we enjoy music, once a while I still like to take out my old CDs or just go to Rocker to listen to some phonograph records.

While uploading photos on Facebook for friends to view and forward is so much fun and addictive, I still like to have some memorable photos printed and framed, so I can show my friends and family when they come visit.

And while we are facing an aging society with fewer children to be born, I have to admit that I prefer to have a big family with many kids running around the house, and I get to watch them play and grow.

There are so many little things that I like in my life that are called old fashion. I find them attractive and even it is the complete opposite of what I do day to day, I am still going to keep them the way I like in my secret old fashion castle.

A friend in need is a friend indeed

When you reach out for help, they are right there.

They'd said, "come on out, let's go swimming and we'll take you out for dinner afterward."

You'd asked, "I might cry, do you mind?"

They'd answered, "we don't mind tears, in fact, we don't mind anything coming from you. And tomorrow is another day, we'll go hiking, we'll go tanning at the beach, because tomorrow is another day."

Friends in need are friends indeed. You just need to reach out, they'll help.

Do people really change?

Apparently it was a healing process how this blog was started and that was 6 years ago.


Then writing was part of my life and yet I haven't written anything in so many years.
Because I was a happy person during the period of my absence.
Nothing was sorrowful enough for me to write about.

Now I am back. This time, it was my decision, it was all my responsibility.

Lots changes, I made all the changes myself. It was all my decision.

I saw some sort of light in front of me, very dim and dreadfully beautiful.
Somehow it touched me, so I followed.
The light gave me the courage to do what I did.
And the light of courage that I followed turned out to be dimmer than ever.
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Note:
I have to let some of the articles go after reviewing them all today.
Because they are no longer appropriate for anyone to read, including myself.