Sunday, July 27, 2008


Recently, many have asked of me to update my blog. Of course first of all, I have to apologize for being absent in presenting any of my thoughts. And though due to my 5 weeks of absence in updates, I am indeed glad that many of my fellow readers are still here checking in once in a while to see if I have updated. While some cease to check it so often that they fixed a tracker to inform them as soon as I have updated my blog. Either way, I am grateful for their patience and love in anticipating my update.

Indeed many has occurred and many incidents have taken place. Through that, many inspirations have come and go. What a waste, I truly thought a point. But, what to do, Life’s brief candle. As I have shared particularly with a friend. That has got to be one of the best literature I can still recollect from my high school bench syllabus. I can’t help but to post it here and remind my fellow mates about it.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Taken from Macbeth V.v.19-28 by William Shakespeare

Certainly many of us are familiar with the meaning from interpretation by our fellow linguists in the education field. But, the poem seems resounding in life. Not my life particularly, but in lives of those who have chooses to end their life. What a sad drama when people have nothing more that they can stay for, they chose to end their life.
I am putting forth this reflection of my upon a series of case of suicide that has taken place in recent month. Some may think they are stupid, or some may say they are brave. I am sure there are a series of plot behind the scenes which many not know. Is life really nothing but just struts and frets by a poor player upon the stage and tall tale told by an idiot with full of sound and fury and then is heard no more?
That leads to the core of today’s post. I personally don’t think so. At least… Then, what on earth are we here for then? That, I leave it to the audience to solve. Perhaps my recommendation on the book, Purpose driven life by Rick Warren, would be of great reference. In simple, for everything that happens and its there, know it. There’s a reason behind it. We may not be able to contain it now, but, take a pinch of faith; we will be able to comprehend it perhaps sometimes later in life. Familiar? Yes, I have heard it since I was young. I once asked my dad, how come suddenly I have a younger sister, when mom was at hospital after delivering my younger sister. And the answer I always get? You’ll know it when u grow up… Gladly I understand it now…  Till then… Thanks for reading~