When I learned two days ago of my colleague'sÂ WAKEÂ - as described by a friend of mine--Â is the term which came about in the earlier times when kith and kin of the beloved departed waited for the corpse to wake up from its slumber--Â the realization that LIFE is indeed a mere borrowed existence in this piece of the universe dawned on me.
I paused and pondered. And asked myself, What actually is my purpose in life?
Before this deep reflection, my heart was prepared to write a blog about the whole acrimonious experience with a realtor who made my life a living hell right from the date of the fully-executed contract by her wee-hour texts ranging from transaction-related to piddling matters till the closing date.
I could have written a 3-page blog to chronicle her real bad and barbaric behavior. BUT why bother? Would this blog make me a happier and better person in the eyes of the reader.Â
Perhaps, writing it could release the pent-up anger and frustration at the expense of that person. Sadly, it takes a sorrowful event to slam and slap us hard to face the reality that life is too short to be registering wrongs.
After an ordeal to get past my mourning, I looked up the ceiling and stared at it with wandering thoughts. My mind wandered. And it wondered. What have I done for myself lately? I have no regrets being home with the dogs for years without a vacation. I have worked seven days a week to fend for the family. --- It is the volatility of our job that puts me into this situation. We all need security. Future security--with emphasis in the word FUTURE.
What of future if you don't know what the future holds?
That's it. I grabbed my cellphone and called my son to tell him that we need a vacation. A vacation with the dogs. A time away from work. No emails, no business calls. I want to:
Our lives are like tiny molecules that can dissipate with a blink of an eye.