Who will remember me after I am gone?

Recent trip to the Museum of Fine Arts, in Boston.

Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

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Will you write me a letter after I am gone?

or will there be a long slow sleep for me, until all has forgotten who I was?

dog, cat, crocodile, baby crocodile

all may crumble into dust.

kitty

but this is who I once was.


Here I remain.

Here’s to you.

Postscript

But I have come to realize that if my ceramic heart and all its secrets which are locked away inside slips from my ever-careful fingers, I would have you pick up the pieces.

Not to be careless, like those who drop their hearts in front of unsuspecting lonely strangers who then leave them alone to sweep up the shards as best as they can… or as I have done… but to hold it gently but daringly out to another lonely understanding soul…

Closer to you, one secret at a time.

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Happy new year, everybody! I hope that 2011 brings you much joy.

Bend in the Road

I recently read a blog post written by Aubrey from Made You Blush about following your dreams, and about taking those opportunities that help us to move forward.

I think part of what makes us hesitant to follow our dreams is the uncertainty of it all. What if this doesn’t work out? What if we fail, due to some unseen fault of our own? What if we take a wrong turn while following our dreams, and then we can’t find our way back to the present moment to begin again?

What if this dream is only foolishness, and what we want to gain impossible to get? What if we’re only deceiving ourselves about our chances?

What if the people we care about most won’t dare to step out with us and journey with us? What if they would rather have us sit in comfort and prevent us from moving forward and living life the way we were meant to live it?

What if?

Sometimes we let our doubts keep us from reaching our destinies, until we are so afraid to do anything, make some wrong move…

So we sit and wait, making piles of stones, counting the days and the months and the people that pass us by. Making do with a house made of lost chances. Perhaps we are merely fanning our troubles into flame whilst we wait.

And wait, and wait, and wait.

Nothing really is certain, and the road less traveled on is obviously the road other people might not know much about. People who have traveled that road can tell us what they faced, and how they succeeded and gained something for themselves. However, every road is different, and one cannot tell for sure what she might meet until she walks onto it. There’s different demons for every person, just as there are different kinds of successes.

At the same time, one can’t just sit at the fork at the road and wait. One can’t even worry about the people that one might leave behind.

In the end, it all boils down to something called faith.

Shouldn’t one be excited about the adventures that these bends in the roads inevitably bring?

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Future

So Independence Day has come and gone. I am so very grateful for the freedom that I can get in this country. Considering many of the things that has happened over the past few weeks and months (BP oil spill, for one), it may seem that right now, America really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

I am in a country where at times it seems that we are moving backwards. I am in a country where politicians cheat on their wives and hurt their children. I am in a country where my fellow countrymen sometimes do the wrong thing more than they do the right thing. I am in a country where oppression still exists, whether we like to admit it or not.

But at the same time, I am in a country where the possibility exists to move forward. I am in a country where lives can be rebuilt. I am in a country where people can still make the choice whether to do the right thing, or the wrong thing. And I am in a country where I can see those who are fighting every day to break those bonds of oppression, both for those oppressed and those oppressing, and are inspiring others to take their stand.

At this moment, I am also very grateful for that freedom that comes from the Son, who died to buy my pardon.

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Happy Independence Day!

"Red symbolizes Hardiness and Valor, White symbolizes Purity and Innocence and Blue represents Vigilance, Perseverance and Justice."

I went to watch the fireworks the night before at the local high school stadium. It used to be quite the family tradition: take a few picnic blankets and some snacks and head down to spend some time together while enjoying colorful explosions. However, I hadn’t gone for the past few years. The first year, I went to a summer conference in New York and had to miss the fireworks. My family went without me, but they got me one of those lightsaber type toys that light up. The year after that, my dad was sick and I hadn’t learned how to drive properly yet. Not to mention the lack of a license. So we didn’t go.

This year, we went as a family.

The fireworks started more than a half hour late, as they were waiting for the sky to get properly dark. During that time, my dad talked incessantly about the near proximity of a clam chowder booth and I embarrassed my family by commenting on the number of hand-holding couples, concluding with remarks that watching the fireworks was rather “romantic.”

My family very much enjoyed the fireworks, which lasted a full 45 minutes instead of the usual 30. This is evidenced by their various comments:

My father: Mmm. Firecrackers go up so high. Mm. So high. Up so high.
My mother: Oh, so pretty!
Older brother: Cesium magnahyxochloride is used to make colors… mmmbrrghh bblllggrrh carbon dioxide
Younger sister 1: Oh, so pretty!
Younger sister 2: Can you think of the money the rich businessmen spent? Money! Oh, that is a pretty one!
Younger brother: *awed silence*

A nice touch was the extra policemen directing traffic so that no one got backed up in rows of cars attempting to get out of a tiny, cramped parking lot. Something they hadn’t had before, to my knowledge…

All-in-all, we agreed that this year’s fireworks display was spectacularly exceptional, both in quality and in execution.

Perhaps part of it was because we were together as a family, making memories…

How did you spend your July 4th?

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