Tuesdays with Morrie

actually wrote this quite sometime ago.. totally forgot to post it up..

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reali like this feeling..
afternoon..in a cafe like tcc or starbucks.. having a dose of coffee by myself.. penning down my thoughts..
feel like an author..
i do like to write.. though i may not be an excellant writer..

just finished reading Tuesdays with Morrie..
like the first time.. it nv fails to touch the deepest bottom in my heart.. and nv fails to bring abit of tears to my eyes..
perhaps it's a real-life account.. the book gives me goosebumps throughout since its first sentance..
i like every part, every lesson it teaches.. on every tuesdays..
i like the way dying is handled.. the way dying in that manner (ie. very very slowly and witnessing the body being rotted or rather robbed away of its life) is not perceived negatively as the hardest and the most cruel way of dying;
Instead, it's taken positively as having the opportunity to say goodbyes properly and choosing the way you like to end your life your way.
Indeed, there is always both sides of a coin.
Indeed, God always open a window when He closes a door.

But, and ya.. there is always a "but".. But.. Easier said than done.
No worries.. coincidentally, Morrie provided a way to get round that too..
He said, "Put a limit to self pity."
So well, I guess it's ok to feel depressed and all. Just know when to draw the line.

it says so much abt the being "human".. n touching pple's lives in every little ways possible.. investing time and effort in pple rather than investing in material things.

Well, it's an international bestseller.
How ironic that people are touched by it and know all the things it teaches yet much lesser take any action?

I hafta admit.. perhaps.. I am guilty myself.
Seeking breakthroughs in my career, hoping to get more designers goods, desiring to get bigger houses, bigger cars.. etc..
Did I slow down to give more warmth and love to pple ard me? Even if they are just strangers?

Having lived almost 25 yrs, I wonder how many lives had I touched?
If I were to be bedridden today, how many will come to my bed to give a hug and say a word of "Thanks"?
If I were no longer around, how many will miss me?