“On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are.”
‘Fragile’ by Sting
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“Mamaaaa…!” A girl in white was sobbing, while her mother’s casket was being lowered down to where it belongs, in the earth's bosom. I felt her pain and walked few steps away. I was getting misty eyed already.
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“How is your kuya?” I sent a chat message to my niece, asking for an update on her elder brother who has been in the hospital since last week. “Still the same,” she replied, “the fever comes and goes. They say it's really like that for about five days.”
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“Yo, baby is a pacman! I have to feed her every 1.5 hours.” This was just part of an SMS I got from my sis in Prague who recently gave birth to a baby girl.
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Birth…sickness…death. We are fragile indeed.
Ideas are powerful. A train of thought can make or break, build or destroy. The choice is ours. Our ideas become our future. I believe that life’s meaningful lessons are best learned when shared with others.
