Grace

Inspiration for this post came from a book I stumbled upon not too long ago. It's entitled "The Last Lecture" by Randy Pausch.

What if it was really true, that the end for you was looming ever closer? What if you knew that this would be your final speech? Would you change anything? Would you change what you wanted to say?

I personally find this really breathtaking. No not the dying part, but the part where, for once, you know this would be the last thing you would ever say. I find this enthralling, I really do.

I see death, and it sees me.

Any last words, it asks me

So, what would you say? What would be that one thing you would love to get off your chest, and let the world know about? What would be the final thing, you would like to share with the rest of us?

What would I say? I've not reached that level yet I guess. All my issues now are just things that have no meaning. I've yet to reach that level where the things I'd like to say would have come from my heart. I'm yet to reach that level where the one issue I have is the one issue my wisdom has shown me.

I guess it really shows, that the older we get, the more beautiful we get. The bigger value our age number shows, the purer our thoughts become.
Ageing is beautiful. Ageing purifies our soul. With ageing, we reach ever closer to filling up our experience jar, and finally realising how beautiful life actually is. We tend to appreciate things more than before, because we know, that we might not get to see the next sunrise.
I quote Mitch Albom's Tuesdays With Morrie: Learn how to live, and you'll know how to die; learn how to die, and you'll learn how to live.

I'd like to know though, what would you do, if I were to tell you that this would be my final speech? Would you change anything we have? Would you?

.

You're gone, for me, for now.

You disgust me

Period.

Disabling Life Support

It feels like drowning.

How do you know that feeling when you haven't gone through it? Through books, of course

It's sucking the life out of me. "My head, oh my head.."

"Help me," I plea

The people who you love the most, are the people that hurt you the most.

Cause they know your weakness, the only ones who know your soft spots

It feels submissive, especially when you're losing yourself, your will.

Fight, fight motherfucker. No one owns you but you

Dignity is all you got. You want to lose that too?

Help?

No one will. No one other than you.

The Poet's Last Wish

More than that, they are

More than a band, they are

More than making music, they do

More than meets the eye, they are.

More than more, they are

It's easy I guess, to pass judgement.

Damn easy lah

It's easier than reserving judgement till we get the full picture.

It's a vice we'll never kick away

After all, we don't have all day to get the full picture right?

We never have the whole day to ourselves

I just wished that we all did.

Wished that we all did have the whole day for ourselves

I won't force you though.

I'm not as persuasive

I know though, deep down, when you finally get my point, you'd see why.

You'll see why they were that great to me

It's more you know, there's more to them.

They're not God

No one else is.

But they're a religion I revere

Like the one I'm born into.

Look at me

I'd love to share my thoughts on why i like them so much, but no one really cares.

Sphere

There's something about you.

Not physically, but something within that can't be seen with the naked eye. Not to say anything bad about you physically, though

There's something about you which impresses me.

It turns me on. Not sexually, though

Reply me, I'm waiting.

And when all of this is over, when we see the last light, we'll all know this for sure: Blood, it's thicker than water.

I have my folks to thank for teaching me that.

But it's still hard to fend off grudges you still hold throughout the years.

How do we overcome that?

Let blood handle it