PMS again.
bloody bad mood.
today i went to a funeral. This lady who passed away is a Gold medalist from Annamalai Uni. age 28. Son is 5 yrs old. Died out of blood cancer. she was bald. stomach was bloated. dark skinned. her tears were dried on her face when she had taken her last breathe.
i juz cld not stop crying after seeing the lil' boy. it hurt me very much. i cun undstd y God had to take away maternal love from the child...which quite evidently no one else can provide. the boy asked y the coffin was coming into the hse. the poor child cld not comprehend the meaning of death. did not understand that his mum had left him. forever. that in yrs down the road, even as much as he tried, he wun be able to rmbr her face. and his days that were spent with his mum. She was nvr gg to return. to hug him, feed him... tuck him into bed... hold him close n say 'i love u'.
So ultimately my question is : What was the purpose of her overly limited days on this earth? if every man is ultimately faced with inevitable death, then why den the life in the first place?
Y is it that the birth of life calls for celebration, when actually it is the start of all the shit damn crapped problems? Y is that the end of life calls for mourning, when it places a full stop to all pain and suffering?
Y are we all called blessed souls to be brought onto this earth...when one is challenged thruout his life n is questioned of his faith and strength? is that a blessing?
i just dun understand y it takes death to understand life.
This wld be super comical if i sleep tonight n dun wake up tmr.
Darn. i jus wish tt wld happen.
Adioz.