i found something i wrote in April two years ago. i remember that a friend’s passing triggered these thoughts -
it’s when all words fail you, then you realise the silence enveloping you is deafening.
this is not how i’d like for it to be. but i don’t think i get a say in it.
there’re so many things in and about life to speak of, good and bad, but does it really matter at the end of the day? people go about doing their thing daily, picking at nitty-gritty crap and allowing for gloom to set in their hearts. it is only death, when one remmebers – to be thankful for every breath taken.
to not take things for granted, to appreciate with a grateful heart for life and all that’s within – do you?
because i must admit, for many of the times, i forget.
to smile – when i see the clouds and skies, hear of the chirpy birds, smell of the flowers and the feel of a baby’s skin. because these little things, little post-its in everyday life, that remind me.
i’m alive.
so thank You; for life in itself is a gift greater than none other.
it’s coming to three years since you departed, and twelve years since i last saw you. but you are remembered, HJ.
