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WE END UP UNDERNEATH SOME SHEET

We all have been granted a limited time… eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.

Long ago, a friend shared a post on Facebook in remembrance of his friend who battled cancer and was laid to rest on January 23, 2010. It was so hauntingly beautiful that it left me aching for a while. I somehow wanted to share her tale of courage. Many of the beautiful stories go viral but there are certain battles which are only recorded in the books of the ONE who dwells in heaven.

She wrote : “update on my health: I’m pretty sure I’m on the last stages where all I wanna do is sleep. But you guys make this so peaceful and a beautiful exit for me. I’m completely ready whenever it’s meant to happen, Gabby thank you for that poem, it made me cry likr a little girl, I’m using that at my funeral I hope you don’t mind, you’re such a beautiful writer and a beautiful person I love you too”
– Karina Araujo

It was hauntingly beautiful for the way how she could see it coming and still make peace with it. Embracing the days left, still smiling and running into the arms of death. What is it that they see, that we don’t ? Would we ever see how big their brave is?

Now, I quote the words my friend wrote :

“Happy Birthday, Karina!
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A sweet friend passed away about 5 years ago. She fought the good fight against a strong enemy, cancer.
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I monitored her last few months of LIVING and how she traveled aimlessly (but with aim), visiting places that she would otherwise likely not have gone, made new friends, tried new things and most important of all, just lived a completely incredible 70+ years of life all within the last year of her corporeal life.
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I do not doubt that it was a scary, soul trembling endeavor. There is something to be said about facing an inevitable exit at the crossroad where despair, anxiety and fear of death meet calmness, acceptance and reverence of the design, that makes it a little easier to swallow but then again…..
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Karina took an absolutely beautiful journey. I look at life and wonder how many of my friends are truly seizing the day and living their life. While not necessarily a believer in “your” god, I’m a firm believer in destiny. I think life is more of a “by design than an ill-planned, haphazard or accidental” occurrence wrapped in chance.
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If by design, its easier to accept the journey. Ummm maybe in some way, that’s my religious protective blanket!
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Will you wait until such an enemy has you in its target before you start living or do you wake up everyday and say,
“if this here is my last day, gooooddddamn it, immma immma fuck it! I’m going to rock out, even if my _____ is(can) not(be) out.”

… In the end, we all end up underneath some sheet. We become a worm feast. We go back as dust in the wind. Nothing of us remains. All that we can do is to live this one and only endless, tragic yet beautiful life, in such a way that when we exit the physical altar of life and travel to a place to whose bourn from where we cannot return, we would have left behind a fragment of our soul on Earth, in every life we would have touched. 

Facebook is a beautiful community that connects so many people, and their lives are intertwined and some lessons remain etched in our memories.

I hope stories of everyday heroes stay with us all and keep us strong.

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You are your own kind of beautiful

Beauty is a subjective thing.

Little girls look up to their mothers and think they are beautiful. But when that woman doesn’t think she’s beautiful,it sends a negative message to little girls who adore their mothers. So today, believe that you are beautiful because your daughter or future daughter depends on you to teach them about beauty.

My mother always looked beautiful.On the other hand, I always looked like a mess. Messy to me, wasn’t beautiful. Years ago, when I believed I wasn’t beautiful, that belief gave one guy the power to tell me that I’m really not. Some guy who had the audacity to say to me, ‘You’re not good looking.’ And so were his reasons to reject me. 

Now, only if he hadn’t tried to reject and break me with his words, I wouldn’t have come to know that I was unbreakable. Day by day,I believed that I’m a beautiful person and lived as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear whatever colors I like, I wear makeup the way I want to and it makes me look pretty. I can keep my face bare and look hideous, if I want to. More makeup, less makeup or no makeup, I still am the same person inside. It is irrelevant how the world perceives me, what matters is how I see myself.

And I don’t want to grow up to be the kind of lady who makes her kids think they can’t be beautiful. In the first place, such a thought shouldn’t even occur to them. We must raise our kids in a way that they grow up to become their own kind of beautiful… all kinds of beautiful.

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The Song of Life

There are times when you want the world around you to become silent and yet, there are other times where the chaos in your heart is pressing against the walls of your chest, so terribly, that you turn to other things, to find a respite.

Sometimes, the only thing that makes sense to us, is music. I’m a firm believer of one thing and that is, that the thing that you need to be aware of, in life, at one particular point, will come to you. This knowledge is often disguised as a lesson, in things you wouldn’t have imagined, in places you would least expect.

One night, when I was terribly upset because of the memories of the past that still wants to haunt me, leaving me numb, and curled up in my bed. In these moments, music helps me the most, like I feel I could release my anxieties.

Eddie Vedder’s music has been a personal favorite and the song ‘Society‘ resonates so much with my being. That night, few moments later, my brother drew my attention to Youtube ‘s comment section of this song. This story shared by#TheStoribjorn saved me, just like how Eddie’s song saved him… saved us right when our thoughts were beginning to bleed.

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It was so powerful that I ended up saving it for myself and today, I wish such a beautiful story reaches anyone who needs it, because there are people out there, wanting this very thing.

After 8 months of posting the story, I somehow hope that the man would’ve found his excelsior.

It almost puts my faith in the saying from Albus Dumbledore :”Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.”

If you feel you are on the edge, keep the faith. You don’t know what might truly save you.

THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE. YOU HAVE TO HOPELESSLY BELIEVE IN IT.

In the book “Tell The People You Love That You Love Them” by Rachel C. Lewis, the words written are beautiful :  “We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.”

We never know when the bus is coming. And one day, we might just get by it.

Originally posted here : https://instagram.com/p/3XVME0IzH6/