Batch 2010
Life is but a moment of circumstances; a continuous string of chances. A second is dissolved in an eternity conceding to the inset of the mind. One moment at a time, series of fleeting memories craft the past which becomes distant at sunset. Eventually, the past is forgotten with the preconception of the future. Generations pass and the memory of existence decay with the blossom of flower beds.
Such is the beautiful cruelty life has wrought for man. The grandeur of mortality is in man’s numbered years and irrevocability of choices. If then, must we permit the fragments of time to recklessly slip us by?
Medieval men have once uttered upon books, “Drink and be merry for tomorrow you will die”. What good is it to always fear the unknown and unconventional? Was greatness not found in the ventures of Newton and Galileo? I must implore you, do what is obliged to you and do what you will to do. Life must not be bent on strict ruling of books and law. Embrace life to the fullest; open your eyes to the vast horizon, take in what you can and take another step forward for what you see is only but a section of the entire landscape.
Life is too short for one to succumb to fear and sadness; to worry and despair. Why must we let trepidations rule us? Have we forgotten the core Spirit that bound us together in this world? It is evident that the enormity of prayer and gratitude are slowly being forgotten. The hearts of men has grown so fragile that trust and hope is shattered with the onset of predicaments. As master Yoda has put it, “fear leads to sadness, sadness leads to hate, hate leads to suffering”. Thus, it is in my understanding that the folly of man resides in his disregard of Love, for in Love there is no fear.
The opulence of existence is not defined with one’s bereavement; rather, it resides in the substance of one’s life. Moreover, the life of a man does not end with his death for most men are dead throughout their lives. I believe in immortality for one may perpetually exist in memory; one may never die as long as he is vivid in another’s memory.
It is my honor that you shall live on in the cellar of my mind. I thank you for giving me the paramount of my years. It is in you that I have found myself. Your strength has given me courage to trust in the best that I could be and stopped me from becoming what I would’ve come to be. I pray that one day you may find this discolored withering sheet of paper, stacked in one corner of your home (for I know you would do better than a house) and remember the name of the one who wrote this to you.
Carpe diem my friend, carpe diem.
7TH of April, 2010
M.R.S.M. Musñgi
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Life is but a moment of circumstances; a continuous string of chances. A second is dissolved in an eternity conceding to the inset of the mind. One moment at a time, series of fleeting memories craft the past which becomes distant at sunset. Eventually, the past is forgotten with the preconception of the future. Generations [...]
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