Into The Dark.

It's been a while since I've posted. Hadn't really made any time to nor did I have the mood to post. There are quite a few things which I might blog about. Many an interesting tale which I might unfold what mischief has occurred in my colourfully monochrome life. Instead of all that, I choose speak of Death. Having the media and some of our friends' imaginations so vividly morbid, Death is nothing more than a topic which skims over the surface of the mundane.

It is nothing impossible when we say that Death is something we all must and will face in due time. In actual fact it is not the death of our near and dear which we resent but it is the loss of their company. The sudden extra space in the house or the empty chair at the table.

We don't look at those we love all the time and tell them how much in actual fact we that treasure them so. Not to say that we shouldn't have to but it is no lie that we can't constantly remind them how much we treasure them because half the time, we don't. We are too busy with our lives sometimes that we just don't get around to telling people we care for them and when we pass by them we just wave a short of flailing hand at them or a flick of the wrist so as to acknowledge them that they do not go unnoticed. We don't know what we've got till it's gone.

This post wasn't intended to make myself or the readers run off to give hugs to people they care about. That wasn't the point. That isn't the point. Notice people. Know them. Be the best you can for them. When they're gone, live on for them, for yourself.

I once said that I'd want to be the last one to die. This is because I couldn't bear to see anyone I care for standing alone with tears in their eyes. I'd prefer the pain to be mine.

P.S. : Oh lately it's been so quiet.