It’s kind of ironic that my reason for reviving my blog is because of the death of a family friend.
This year, death has claimed more friends and relatives than what is – if I may use the word – acceptable. Acceptable could be 1 in 3, 5 or 10 years, but this year alone, I have had 5 dead friends or relatives. It’s starting to get disturbing.
One death can be rattling, especially when it’s a tragic one, so 5 can really get me thinking lots of weird shit. Even weirder than usual. It makes me anticipate death at every turn. It projects possible future death scenarios that I know will definitely happen but just not ready to face yet. It makes me realize how life can be both priceless and insignificant at the same time. It’s a tug-of-war of emotions.
Since I’m leaning towards the positive, for the sake of my new family, I’m trying my best to use it to be more appreciative of the often taken-for-granted moments, whether alone or with other people.