Living like we’re dying

Living like we’re dying.

I’m pretty sure most of us have heard that phrase being thrown around. Especially during times of stress or when people give you advice.

They would say, “We should live like we’re dying because we will never know when we’re going to die.”

or

“You might not have another chance, GO LIVE LIKE YOU’RE DYING!”

But, is it right for us to live like we’re dying? Is it even possible for us to live like our lives are in a constant struggle?

That would lead to some really bad choices, wouldn’t it?

I mean, in the case of terminal illness whereby the doctor tells you that they don’t know how long you have left or that you only have X months left, wouldn’t the phrase, “Living like we’re dying” have a more legitimate reason?

However, in actual fact, even healthy people like us don’t really know how long we have left. The unexpectedness of death is just inevitable. Should we then lead our lives as if we’re dying?

Maybe there is a balance to be struck here. A balance between enjoying ourselves like it is our last and a balance of making rational decisions.

But to figure out which spectrum of ‘living’ we should be is a case-by-case basis.

Ultimately, we need to get used to the idea of death and how real it is. This does not me acclimatise ourselves, to numb ourselves of the idea of death, but instead to accept it as the inevitability of life itself, to know that it is happening and find comfort that everyone till the end of time will experience it with you.


P.S. I guess the fear of death stems from the fear of missing out (FOMO). We fear that by dying we might miss out on a lot in this world. We fear that we might leave this life without truly living, without truly experiencing the fullness and wholeness of life.

To accept that is something that I will let you ponder on.

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A small mini update

A short update.

Unfortunately, I did not post anything yesterday as I was pretty occupied with studies. I’m behind most modules and have yet to revise. This whole week has just been a deluge of work and it continues to pile up.

I guess it was because of mid-terms that pushed back my work even more.

However, I’m just really glad that my mid-terms are over and all of them were manageable papers. Finally, I have the time to catch up. I’m just so happy.

Also, just another minor update, FOC 2017 (iNvictUS) is in the planning stages and I’m just so excited to embark on another journey in an ad-hoc. I have so many ideas and I just have to put them to good use. 🙂

The Quietest are the Loudest

Today is less of a blog post but more of a thought (Oh wait, isn’t that what I’ve been doing so far?).

Well, I just want to say that sometimes, you experience the unexpected from certain people i.e. never in your life do you think that some people will act a certain way but after mingling with them a while, you begin to see their true colours.

There really isn’t any substance to this post I must confess but just a thought that I had.

Because it is very true.

The fiercest of people can be the nicest, the quietest of people can be the loudest, the shyest of people can be the boldest.

Who knows until we mingled with them long enough.

You’re Gonna Die

“You’re Gonna Die?” asked my friend as he looked at me with a puzzled face.

“Yeah,” I replied.

He was actually talking about my homepage wallpaper which has the words “You’re gonna die” written clearly on the screen. It was a wallpaper by Gary Vaynerchuk.

That question was brought up multiple times and every single time, it was accompanied with a face of curiosity and confusion.

 

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My homepage wallpaper.

 

Yes. Yes. A pretty bleak statement. I know. But I guess, I love it. I just love the thought of it, the darkness of that statement, knowing that you’re going to die at any moment. A reminder that you need to put in your best in everything that you do.

Whenever I see that line, every time I look at my phone, it reminds me of the shortness of life, of our own mortality, and that we have to face it one day.

It reminds me to always put in my best in everything that I do and to remember that that might be the last time that I’ll be doing it. Because, who knows how long we’ll live.

I love the bleakness of the message, succinct and clean. A tight slap to my face for it is true and the only definite fact that we will have in our lives. No fluff, no nothing. Just the truth.

I guess this kind of motivation doesn’t suit everyone but it does help me. Hope that answers your question.

 

Old Friends

We all know the importance of having friends. Most of us even have close friends, friends whom we’ve known for years, friends that will always be there for you no matter what.

I do have a group of friends whom I’ve known for 8 years! I mean, they’re such important people to me and they’re the ones who’ve been with me since I was a young teenager going through the pains of puberty. It is amazing to still be friends with people who have seen you in the most vulnerable to states.

However, sometimes, friends can lose touch due to some circumstances. Especially 30 years ago, the age before the internet. Thus, when my parents met their old friends from back when they were in primary school, it was a beautiful sight. It was a beautiful sight to see their excited, ecstatic, surprised emotions. I’m sure they’ve talked a lot about the past and tried to catch up as much as they possibly could. IMAGINE 30 YEARS TO CATCH UP ON!

I mean, it must be a wonderful feeling.

I began to wonder if that would be the case for me in the future. But I guess not. Not that I wouldn’t miss any of my friends but it would be so easy to keep in touch with technology and whatnot. That intense feeling of surprise and wonderment wouldn’t be the same.

Anyway, I just hope that I will continue to be in touch with friends that I know today. Though, quality friends will definitely matter more.

Till then. 🙂

Plans?

I’m currently having this wild idea of becoming a journalist.

“Wild? Why do you say that?” said some random voice in my mind.

Well, I know I love to write, or blogging to be more precise. I also love to take photographs and tell stories about things I see, hear and observe but to be a journalist, you have to be good. You have to be something more than just an amateur blogger on the internet.

I mean, so far, that seems to be the path that I’m on, the path to becoming an amateur creator. Not a scientist, not an engineer, but a creator. A person who is passionate about contextualising ideas and developing it into something concrete, a product of some sort.

Anyway, I just can’t help but wonder about the skills I have or lack thereof. I mean, there are many others that are just super talented and by comparing myself to them, I’m sorely lagging behind.

I am learning and definitely during the summer holidays, I will hone my skills.

Can’t wait to see where this journey takes me.

Fear of Authority

Losing myself.

There are many things going for me. Many good things.

However, I can’t help but wonder whether I’m acting the part.

Titles placed upon a person can change the way a person act, respond and even change the way they carry themselves. One good example is the Stanford Prison Experiment, the famed experiment that went out-of-hand too quickly that it had to be stopped prematurely. It shows just how quickly a title can change someone.

Especially so if you’re placed in a position of authority.

I’m not placed in the position of authority, maybe not yet but I can’t help but ponder about whether I can emulate what that position requires me to be.

I’m fearful because I wasn’t a good officer in NS. I failed to carry my role well, to emulate what being an officer actually meant. It was a learning point for me. Thus, if I were to get a position equivalent to that, I fear that I might not do a good job.

I don’t know. So far, I had only one experience, Head of Publicity for IAS2017. However, that was minor compared to what might be handed over to me one day.

Uh…

Let me just do my best and not be afraid to ask for help.