Ghost of Remembrance

Will the ghost of the past unendingly follow you wherever you go? Will it continue to invade your senses and pierce your heart’s recesses? Two in a day, will it be more tomorrow? Dawning comprehension, mixed with denial, regret and a bit of happiness learned.

Why does it keep coming back … haunting, probing, and resting not..? Will the awareness be tamed, remembrance be forgotten?

Knowledge of emotions will continue to follow. No matter of fierce suppression will do. Words can be said in loud voice, yet the heart remains mum with its confirmation. True words can be beautifully uttered, twisted into falsehood, though what is in the soul cannot be denied. The truth within will surface and even mocks the face, tearing the masked resolve of one in yearning.

It is an utmost apology that your remembrance of me cannot release you from the past. My apologies that I gave you tormenting hurt of frustration in not doing what you should have done. My apologies that you might not forget the memories of me as long as my mind have a hold on you.

I intend not to keep you there, but somehow, I’m not ready to release you yet … How selfish of me … If I will … In my mind I pray that you will find what you are looking for … the destiny of your life. But I also pray that it will steer you away from darkness … By then I will truly free you from my mind.

Reason of Goodness

Being good is a function of reason. Yet it should not just lie on the reasonableness of being good. Reason is a logical, positivistic and scientific phenomenon governed by physical and biological laws. This shows that reasoning should also include morality or moral reasoning. Hence, to be good is a realization of the kind of being we really are, a realization to be better.

If only he lived longer

If death is the permanent, irrevocable loss of everything in this life, we say that the one who died suffers the loss. It is a tragic thing for him to loose all he has – his family, his friends, his possessions and even his dreams that he can achieve – if only he lived longer.

Death is a deprivation of life, deprivation of the goodness that can be reached, may it be material things or the mere fact of achieving something good or valuable, achievements that makes life worthy ... if only he lived longer...