Another thing about lifeA Chapter by M.KilaniKindly read this first http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/525872/
“Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel,” imagine the contradiction of living both, thinking about life, knowing what is its true essence and value and feeling every single thing about it, living both comedy and tragedy, the ultimate drama, ache of both mind and heart, and loss of soul.
“never take it seriously, you’ll never leave it alive,” I’ve always lived with that saying, being smart somehow, watching over my heart since I’m sensitive and emotional, I’ve always tried to have an emotional intelligence, separate personal from professional, dealing with facts more than rumors and making excuse for others’ actions by putting myself in there shoes, and I lived well until this very day, I managed to deal with disappointment, grief, poverty, injustice and all kinds of dismay this life could bring, even death, I never feared death, never felt sorry for anyone’s death nor departure, because I simply saw it coming, every time.
I have face the worst of emotions this life could present, and I’m not exactly what you can call a happy person, still I smile, still I carry on, I still have hope, although I know life will end by death, and every path I take will someday end, every person I know will someday leave, and all the effort I made in life would go in vain, even if simple, just as making a smile a day on someone’s face, all is bound to oblivion.
Yes I’m being personal, wise and emotional, and this is the first to go this far, combining all that in one piece of writing, but such thoughts hit you when you say farewells, I never was good at goodbyes, because I know they are to come, and I know I would yearn, feel sad or even mad about someone’s departure, but this is life, and we are all but hitchhikers, strangers whom paths cross, ride along for a while, some might enjoy that ride and some might not, but the journey keeps going.
Knowing such facts should make me pissed off, depressed or even suicidal, well, I was, and believe me it’s not a good experience; attempting suicide that is, I’ve seen people try it, and it wasn't pleasant at all, knowing that a person you shared time with has ended his or her time by their own hands just because life was unfair to them, just because they were sad, a scene of a blooded friend has shocked me yet opened my mind to many thoughts, I imagined myself in her place that day, I imagined my funeral, and what would people I knew say, what memories would they have, probably nothing, just a sad pale face of some uncomfortable presence, this is what they’d remember, perhaps they’d remember how I used to be pissed off, always nagging and complaining about things I couldn’t get or do, just because my depression forbid me from doing it, just because I gave up to fear, just because I couldn’t stare life in the eye… imagine if that person was you !!
Am I a happy person now, well, I’m still not, but I became a person who would enjoy a moment of happiness as long as it lasts, I get depressed, I get weak and I get pissed off just like anyone else, but at the middle of distress moments I think to myself; “is that how you want to be remembered? Is that what you want to remember when you’re 60, a life of sadness and anger, a life of guilt and shame, and who then would you blame but yourself, would you want to live with regret, behind your cigarette all by yourself, all alone, just because you couldn’t smile the other day, just because you’ve hurt someone you could’ve spared from pain, just because you couldn’t carry on and be strong… is that how you want your life to end.”
A wise friend once told me “never do something that will hunt you in future” and I already know that what goes around comes around, and I know I could hurt everyone easily and still have company, but instead I make people smile, not because they deserve it, not because it’s the only thing I can do and not because I have to, but I do that because one day my name will run across their minds and they’ll remember what I did, and one day it would all come around, some of my friends might read this, they probably don’t know that I could’ve hurt them when I had a chance, and I had many chances to do that, but if I did, what good would that do?
So life is unfair I assure you that, it starts with birth and it ends with death, but in between they are moments where you can actually feel alive, even through pain, because no one can live happily for ever, even that becomes dull you’d start looking for dismay just to maintain some balance, I believe that
So now I come to the part that fits the title, “another thing about life” well I don’t know much about life, but I know a lot about MY LIFE, and I know that if
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