Saturday, January 10, 2015

Life is too important to be taken seriously ¬ Oscar Wilde

A friend lost his mother today.

I received a message saying that our Thursday meet up will have to be cancelled as he needs to go back to the UK. I wasn't thinking when I asked him if 'It's about Mum?'. He later told me that she passed in the morning and he had to go back to watch someone burn her.

That was dark humor on his end.
I have never lost anyone dear to me in my family. I know it is inevitable, everyone dies someday, but I would like to spend a little bit more time and positive energy with the people who matters in my life.

I lost Tom but that was beside the point. The point here is, how can we ever react to a loss of someone very very Important and close to us?

Tom was close to me, but at the same time, after thinking about it on many sleepless nights, he probably wouldn't be thinking about me the same way, if I happened to go before him. After all, he was the one who said that he didn't want to commit to anything.

So, I was taken for a somewhat short lived, but nice, ride.

It has been almost 3 years since he passed away, and I am slowly grasping much more reality than before.

I spent last weekend in Genting, not gambling but accompanying someone who wanted to experience the casino.

I am never a gambler, I told a friend.

He told me that I may not gamble with my money, but I gamble with my emotions and livelihood. I place my happiness first now, but I can be vulnerable to people who care about me and the things that are dear to me.

I felt somewhat, a little subdued today after I received the news of the passing of a person I have only said hi to over Skype, once. So I imagine how it would be like if it is my turn to experience that.

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