Friday, August 11, 2006

Sometimes we lament why the worst of luck always befall upon ourselves. Sickness, perceived failures in life, financial worries, why-my-wardrobe-is-not-filled-with-pradas-but-pasar-malam-wears. There is a difference between those who lament about their misfortunes and not doing anything about it and those who lament and aspire to try make things less bleak. They call this, the passage of life. If you haven’t gone through any difficulties, than you haven’t live life at all. I agree and beg to differ as well. Adversities make us stronger, but even the mighty will crumble when hope is not within sight after numerous attempts of keeping up with hope. I blame it on fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of not knowing what to do next. Fear of acceptance. Fear of pain. Fear of dying. And then we read about other people who have it worse than ourselves. We feel better, or rather guilty of harping on our suddenly-minuscule problem. I wonder what does the person who has it the worst ever compares himself with? Perhaps he doesn’t compare at all but prays for a miracle instead. Hope resurfaces again that tomorrow will be better. Which brings me to ask, is hope real or imagined that we dupe ourselves into believing it’s real?

I have come to a conclusion that there are some things in life we can strive for to make life better e.g., being financially comfortable. But there are just some things that we can only run the good race and continue to live life until tomorrow never comes. The only thing left behind is a legacy of bravery and steadfastness in the memory of our loved ones. And a possible multimillion book/movie rights deal.

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