Grandmother and St. Valentine
I was shocked when I went back from a long day at work and the house looks lit at quarter to five in the morning. My grandmother passed away few hours ago and I didn't even know until I got home. Well, my mom texted me in the wrong number. They were all asleep in my mom's room, afraid of what just happened.So much for a "happy" valentine's day this year.. I have to learn a lot to learn about the culture when someone in the family dies... I just don't know anything about it.
Oh well, I will take life as seriously as possible, although still looking at the bright sideof things. I have always believed that everything happens for a reason. The reason may not be clear but i believe its part of the great design of life.
If someone ask me to describe myself... Hmm, what can I say, I always found it difficult to describe myself. I am just a cunning collection of contradictions. With solitude written all over me. Simplicity is all that you can see. Prefering silence is a nature that is embedded in me.
When I was young, I used to also have the same dilema as to how to differentiate love from responsibility. Being responsible for a person entails love. We all love our family, but we didn't have the freedom to chose them. We may be responsible for our children for instance, but does that really mean we love them? What separates love and responsibility?
I believe love is attained when one is open for it and to its many forms and manifestations.Situations of quite difficulty arise when love is put at the test in order for it to be found by experience to be true and sincere. When the good is taken account of out from the occurrences experienced, love is maintained through having a meaningful relationship in the context of openness to each other, trust and confidence in each one, and being able to accept wholly and totally the person for who the person is, with the utmost understanding and appreciation. Love is then sustained by way of exploration of each other’s self and the matters and manners that would spice love more and vigorously through time. Love attained is maintained thoroughly and must be sustained accordingly in order for it to be anew and renewed. One’s path in love is determined by one’s willingness and actions at it. Love is a fount that one can gain aspirations and ideals in establishing a mutual and intimate relationship with one’s fellow. But it is in one and one’s mate that determines the course of their relationship. Love is not always enough to suffice and sustain the growth of each one as a person involve in a relationship, but it becomes the foundation for a person to grow as a complete being. And when at times the errs of one or of the other took the relationship at its toll, then love becomes the source of nourishment for the weakening spirit and find strength to continue on moving along the pavements of life, and to serve as a guide and reminder that one is a loving person capable to share one’s love and be loved and to love again. complicatedly simple. that is how I saw LOVE.
My grandmother passed away. My grandmother is the symbol of the whole Chua clan being the oldest living person in the family. She is the mother of my father. She died a difficult death, with no one except my family who took care of her in her existence. My dad has seven other brothers and sisters but no one took the courage of taking care of my grandmother. Only my mom did... and she always tells us how cruel the world is....
I remember my mom used to tell us before that if only my grandmother owns a fortune, all my dad's brothers and sisters would take care and get my grandmother. But the situation is, my grandmother has nothing to offer them. And I would equate my mom's kind heartedness to let my grandma live in the house, as a sign of true nobility and the highest form of character. Even my dad has been busy with other stuff and is not able to attend to his mother's needs. Well, they may have they're own reason for doing what they do... but whatever the case maybe, I hope they all remember their mom as the person who brought them to where they are right now. And I pity my dad's sisters and brothers for not doing all they could to show the love that my grandmother so truly deserve.
All those situation made me think.. are people incapable of loving without a fortune? Where is responsibility? Where is love? What is economics in proportion to love? A cruel world isn't it...
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