Life’s too short – Find its meaning now

Difficult things keeps happening around me… (well, I don’t mean to overlook good things either but this is just…)

Yesterday a good friend passed away. It just came out of no where and I was at a loss of words when I was phoned. It’s very difficult to accept because for most of us, we’ve just spoken and seen to him just days ago, joked and laughed together. There was even a biking trip in planning…

This friend is a cheerful person, despite his often cynical but funny comments, and I always feel that he has such a good heart filled with kindness, especially after seeing his family and hearing from them about him and how he treats his nieces. He’s a great guy!

That’s when I think about what life all means (and by no means do I claim I understand). I think that everyone of us came into this world without a purpose and meaning. No meaning is given to us and we are a void at that point. However, it is with our hands, our time, our hearts, our thoughts, our daily act that we begin to carve meaning into it. And when we think about meaning, just as a meaning of a vocabulary, it provides people with a definition. As for life, the meaning is no different. Only that, what our lives mean to someone, could be a definition like vocabulary, a thought, or certain feelings and emotions. And most importantly, we create that “meaning” ourselves with our own hands, action, and choices.

With this friend passing away, it reminds me how life is too short, and we need to work on that meaning that we want our own lives to represent without hesitation. Right now, I’d like to think about celebrating how my friend has lived, rather than mourning for loss and drown in sadness… he has provided meanings to all friends, colleagues, and families.

Rest in peace, my friend… We will miss you dearly…

One Response

  1. mm says:

    I always remember this poem when I hear about someone passing away… hope it bring you a little comfort
    (It is basically what you said… in iambic pentameter)

    Remember by Christina Rossetti

    Remember me when I am gone away,
    Gone far away into the silent land;
    When you can no more hold me by the hand,
    Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
    Remember me when no more day by day
    You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
    Only remember me; you understand
    It will be late to counsel then or pray.
    Yet if you should forget me for a while
    And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
    For if the darkness and corruption leave
    A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
    Better by far you should forget and smile
    Than that you should remember and be sad.

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