on a solemn note today.. galoo's buddy aufian jus got killed in a bike accident.. these few weeks have been filled with the passing of so many people dear to those close to me.. it really makes one wonder how insignificant we all are yet at the same time we are so significant to the people around us.. this paradox really makes me sad.. i once heard someone say, the congregation at your funeral reflects on how you've lived your life.. so true this sentence.. thinkin of one's death is a morbid thing but the biblical book of ecclesiastes says only a fool will refrain from talking about death.. a wise man thinks about it often.. who would i want at my funeral when i pass away? i pray that my family will be right at the side of my body when i go.. then there are the friends and people whose lives i've touched.. and hopefully there may be several dignitaries too? i mean who knows right?.. sigh
i was once asked .. who is the first person i'll look for when i get to heaven.. i think i'll look for God.. and then i'll ask him whats with this game called life? what was its purpose? for amusement? for trial? for nothin?.. we all come and go.. people exit the game daily, jus as people enter the game daily.. to everyone still playin this crooked game, i'd say pick a uniform! and play ya hearts out to win!.. how dya win? well it all depends on how ya define victory then..
i believe in life.. the toughest road usually leads to the best rewards.. i mean of cuz you've also gotta be shrewd too.. for those who have never watched the movie 'big fish' starring ewan mcgregor.. ya oughta catch it.. teaches ya tons about life..
heres a little poem i wrote about what i think sloggin through life is all about..

Dreams are for dreamers,
They'll never be winners.
Heroes emerge from sweat and toil.
Blood of their labour fills the soil.

The fools will forever be,
Those who cry out with self-pity.
Their lives were ever so smooth,
They never knew,
That the world was so uncouth.

Why shed tears of pity alone?
Shed tears of hardship,
Through the years you've known.
The scars which cloak the body,
Shall be medals you wear proudly.

So do not despair,
Blessed is he who labour.
He shall be the heir,
To the very grand honour.
Nil sine labore.