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Up until I lost a loved one to death, I never knew how to deal with that issue. Since that experience, I now have a new look at everything everyday, including life. I am not afraid of anything now, even death.
When someone dies, it is an escape for that person. The burden is on those who stay behind. We are hopeless, trying to cling to memories that we had with the deceased. From that ordeal, I finally have learned the meaning of life.
It turns out life is not about being rich or poor, being this or that. Life is about how your existence imprints in others. Life is about how people remember you, when nothing matters to you any more. Death is just a way to say you are now signing a new contract with opportunities to create new imprints in someone else, in a different lifetime. What is so scary about that new experience? I think not.
When you feel threatened by death, remember this: You have made so many beautiful imprints in other people's lives by far. They love you and want you to be creating more memories. Then you fight through your crisis and come out with a big smile, knowing your contract in this lifetime is renewed. And continue living life with full purposes.
Or, God forbid (like someone might have said - as for me, I don't care much for this exclamation), if you should decide not to continue your contract in this lifetime, it is time for a new and more exciting contract ahead, in a different lifetime. I know in that lifetime, you will be stronger, your purposes will be more steadfast, and your life will be more fulfilled.
Think of death not to be afraid of it, but as a reminder to live your everyday like you mean it.
Godspeed, you are the champ.
June 29, 2015
KD
Hey You!
I Thought that I Heard You Laughing
LOSING MY RELIGION
R. E. M.
Ooh, Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much, I set it up.
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you cry
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool,
Oh no I've said too much, I set it up
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What Happens to Old Boobs?
I wonder what happens to your boobs when you get old? Are they still as sensitive as when you were young? Obviously, they don't look the same.
Does anybody have an answer to this question?
Project 1: Drawing Like the Old Masters
The Mastering GIMP Club has started its first project: Drawing Like the Old Masters. Details can be seen here:
July 17, 2015
KD
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'We do not need to grieve for the dead. Why should we grieve for them? They are now in a place where there is no more shadow, darkness, loneliness, isolation, or pain. They are home.'
― John O'Donohue
― John O'Donohue