Something of Myself
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Untitled (yet another time)
Ever wondered how it would be if we would have a set date for our deaths? Assume you know when you and your beloved ones are going to die. January 05, 2000. July 18, 2010. 27 August 2007. Would it make it more bearable if death were not uninformed and sudden?
I think it would make our lives beautiful. Why? Because we would then make that extra effort to make the most of it and treat every individual with much more respect. We loose too much time fighting over trivial things. We do not respect time. We feel we have a lot of time on our hands. Would you be the same individual if you knew you would die in another year or two? Would your priorities be the same? Would you treat your children the same way? Would we still be the hypocrites that we are?
We humans have an incredible knack for taking things for granted. Knowing the finality of each one around us would erode that take-for-granted feeling. But then, it would also be such a burden to carry. The burden of truth. The burden of time.
Would history be written otherwise if this were to happen? Personal histories of individuals that make up our world.
It's the beginning of another year. So much to achieve. So much to chase. So much to give up. So little time. Ever wondered how it feels to constantly run out of time? As if the world is moving so rapidly, that your fastest move still keeps you at the rear end. I feel out of place. Like an alien. I know some of the faces, some of the feelings that these people experience, but my efforts at bridging distances, and reconciling troubled worlds are washed away by the sluggish nature of my efforts. At times, I feel numb. Spears don't hurt. Words do. At these times, I think of the final farewell. It could be knocking at the corner you know. It could happen at this moment. I feel a sense of loss. Defeat at not being able to bring smiles on the few faces that mean so much. That will always remain my biggest regret.
But then, not everything is accomplished in this life. Some facts you learn to live by. Some truths haunt you till you die. Some questions remain unanswered. Some lies uncovered.
Ever wondered how it would be if we would have a set date for our deaths? Assume you know when you and your beloved ones are going to die. January 05, 2000. July 18, 2010. 27 August 2007. Would it make it more bearable if death were not uninformed and sudden?
I think it would make our lives beautiful. Why? Because we would then make that extra effort to make the most of it and treat every individual with much more respect. We loose too much time fighting over trivial things. We do not respect time. We feel we have a lot of time on our hands. Would you be the same individual if you knew you would die in another year or two? Would your priorities be the same? Would you treat your children the same way? Would we still be the hypocrites that we are?
We humans have an incredible knack for taking things for granted. Knowing the finality of each one around us would erode that take-for-granted feeling. But then, it would also be such a burden to carry. The burden of truth. The burden of time.
Would history be written otherwise if this were to happen? Personal histories of individuals that make up our world.
It's the beginning of another year. So much to achieve. So much to chase. So much to give up. So little time. Ever wondered how it feels to constantly run out of time? As if the world is moving so rapidly, that your fastest move still keeps you at the rear end. I feel out of place. Like an alien. I know some of the faces, some of the feelings that these people experience, but my efforts at bridging distances, and reconciling troubled worlds are washed away by the sluggish nature of my efforts. At times, I feel numb. Spears don't hurt. Words do. At these times, I think of the final farewell. It could be knocking at the corner you know. It could happen at this moment. I feel a sense of loss. Defeat at not being able to bring smiles on the few faces that mean so much. That will always remain my biggest regret.
But then, not everything is accomplished in this life. Some facts you learn to live by. Some truths haunt you till you die. Some questions remain unanswered. Some lies uncovered.
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