HOW I WISH
The sun sets everyday, and everyday someone leaves this
earth.
Sometimes we physically leave, and sometimes we just forget
where we are, or worse: who we are.
Somewhere on this earth a child will pass into the hereafter
and somewhere else an old person will live out his/her life. One will be met
with unbearable and unacceptable tragic acceptance and one: we defer to old age
and accept it.
Life in itself is not easy, sometimes we fall and need help
to stand once again, and sometimes help, no matter how powerful can ever really
raise us.
I visited my mom on her deathbed and showed her pictures of
her newly born great granddaughter, and she was happy, asking me questions and
smiling. Today she doesn’t remember my visit and wonders when I will come. Soon
she will not remember me. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4ga_M5Zdn4&feature=kp
The sun will raise everyday, and
everyday someone is born, it is the rules of nature, and the things we expect.
Life is not for those who mourn but those who are bourn to embrace all that is
and all that can be. As William Shakespeare once said:
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school.
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.
In fair round belly, with a good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
How I wish that all of us could
leave this world in dignity, without pain and perhaps with only happy memories,
and knowing that that last thing we feel is love, it is the peaceful way to
pass into the beyond.
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