| June 1 2001 Friday | |||||
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| I wanted this to be like Philip Gulley's books, all nice encounters but it seems like I only have negative energies to release. It seems like I can't remember anything nice in my childhood at this moment. How is that possible? I don't know how but it is definitely possible. A lot of children in this country can't take note of anything good that has happened because a lot of them have been going through tough times in their tender years. But in my case, I think it is just ungratefulness and taking for granted all those care-free days. June 8, 2001 Whenever someone that really matters to you is gone for some time or for good, we tend to tolerate their non-existence after time. And some feel guilty about it and some don't. I believe it is okay to forget for a while then eventually, remember again. People can't really think about others all the time. On losing people, the earlier part of getting-over-them is really hard. It seems like they have occupied the whole of your mind and there's no space left for others, causing you to disregard people within your reach, taking them for granted for they are still there and staying. All the hurt of missing someone so much is built up inside you that your whole body becomes so spent with frustration and helplessness. There is no telling when you might just give in. In the news this week, a mother had lost a son. This was brought about by money-hungry kidnappers. I pity the mother. Losing someone you cared for so much so that you haven't cared about yourself for many years. she must be going through some terrible pain. She lost her husband in earlier years and now she had lost her son. She must be going mad by now. And I don't know who she can turn to for help or who has the courage to offer help when the situation is beyond anybody else except the mother and God. People say goodbye to each other assuming that they would say hello to them after a while. One of the hardest things for a human to do is to say goodbye for good like there would be no tomorrow. To finish it all up, to forget what or who had taken place, to say that there's nothing left to say or to do but leave. People go through a lot of pain in losing because they haven't done their goodbyes yet. There was more that they wanted to say to them and things that they wanted to do with them. The mother who lost a son knew that she still hadn't fulfilled her being a mother to this son. It was too soon for death to come. |
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