Life

Just read a piece about Belinda Emmet, an Australian actress & wife of Rove McManus. I vaguely remembered her from some old local series and of course from the tabloids. Anyway, she had lost her life to cancer about a year ago. Reading testimonies from her family and friends makes me realize that in life it’s never about the destination but always about the journey. It does not matter that she did not have the luxury of growing old like most of us will, because somehow in her short life she had made it worth living. Spread as much love to her loved ones, be happy despite all misgivings, and most of all simply love her life. Easier said than done, of course.

There are times in my life, a lot actually when I simply feel down and the nasty self pity virus creeping into my soul. Those days when you just feel that everything are blue, and your lips refuses to smile. Days when you sit on the couch, staring blankly at the TV and before you know it tears trickles down your cheek. Days when not even storewide sale perks up your desire to burn money you don’t have. Days when chocolate fudge ben n jerry’s does not tempt your taste buds at all, though it’s good for your waistline it’s not good for your moral really. Yeah, I’ve had those days more often that I should be actually.

Reading that piece about Belinda reminds me of how much life has to offer really. If just I can shake off those negativity dust whose life purpose seems to be making me miserable. When I was a child whenever I felt upset I will hide in my closet. I will sit inside the dark closet among the hanging clothes, shutting the world out. At times I can stay there for hours and fall asleep curled up with clothes strewn all over me. Always my nanny will pick me out and lay me on my bed. I would wake up the next day in my bed and not a word ever being said, she would just let me be. Even during bleak time somehow there will be someone something that will remind me of how lucky I was.