Friday, April 20, 2012
Entry # 5:
Here's a little something I found in my archive files. I remember writing this in an early morning of my off days.
No title.
What if..
Llife is not the life we're living today, and the world is just a reflection of yesterday, it might be shaping what's in it for us in the coming days.
What if..
Life was larger than what we think, sometime somewhere we heard the echos of a different life in a blink, yet we chose to ignore because it's like quicksand; too easy to sink.
What if..
Life is just a book with too many blank pages, we chose to be calm in one and in the other we're outrageous, yet we elevate and move through all stages.
What if..
Life is just a tree with too many leaves, with each falling leaf it weeps and grieves.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Life and Death: an unusual approach!
Entry #4
By the title: Life and Death: an unusual approach!
Sometimes I wonder how it feels like to be dead. The feeling of numbness as my cold body will be buried 6 feet under the ground. Will I feel cold? Will I feel warm? Will I be scared? Will I be happy? Will I feel at all?
As my spirit passes away from my body, what remains in that dead corpse is merely the resultant of earthly elements mixed up in a chemical reaction, known as digestion. From the toes to the bones to the flesh to the hair on my skull.
As what formerly was known as my body deteriorates, Mother Earth will take back all the elements I borrowed from her. Until it reaches a point where my body no longer exists. Just like it didn't exist before.
So this took me to the next level of questions. Did I feel anything before I have ever existed? How did I actually feel a 1000 years ago?
Nothing.
I guess that's how I will feel after death.
Nothing.
By the title: Life and Death: an unusual approach!
Sometimes I wonder how it feels like to be dead. The feeling of numbness as my cold body will be buried 6 feet under the ground. Will I feel cold? Will I feel warm? Will I be scared? Will I be happy? Will I feel at all?
As my spirit passes away from my body, what remains in that dead corpse is merely the resultant of earthly elements mixed up in a chemical reaction, known as digestion. From the toes to the bones to the flesh to the hair on my skull.
As what formerly was known as my body deteriorates, Mother Earth will take back all the elements I borrowed from her. Until it reaches a point where my body no longer exists. Just like it didn't exist before.
So this took me to the next level of questions. Did I feel anything before I have ever existed? How did I actually feel a 1000 years ago?
Nothing.
I guess that's how I will feel after death.
Nothing.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Life: Just Another Chemical Reaction!
Entry #3
By the title: Life: Just Another Chemical Reaction.
Every chemical reaction starts off weak, escalates to a peak then dies slowly. Taking combustion as example of chemical reaction. Looking as the Fire Triangle, it takes Heat, Oxygen and Fuel to start a fire and keep it going. It won't be soon until the fuel is consumed and the fire dies slowly until it is off.
Same goes to our lives, we live and interact with people, affect on their lives and they affect on ours. As long as Oxygen and food are consumed, the body lives on. Until the body is consumed and slowly we grow old and weak, eventually die.
Maybe one day someone will prove that living things are just another form of a Chemical Reaction.
Since I used the metaphor of combustion, in our lives we would either burn and eat those who are around us, or we light and give warmth to those who are around us.
Your life.
Your choice.
Your path.
By the title: Life: Just Another Chemical Reaction.
Every chemical reaction starts off weak, escalates to a peak then dies slowly. Taking combustion as example of chemical reaction. Looking as the Fire Triangle, it takes Heat, Oxygen and Fuel to start a fire and keep it going. It won't be soon until the fuel is consumed and the fire dies slowly until it is off.
Same goes to our lives, we live and interact with people, affect on their lives and they affect on ours. As long as Oxygen and food are consumed, the body lives on. Until the body is consumed and slowly we grow old and weak, eventually die.
Maybe one day someone will prove that living things are just another form of a Chemical Reaction.
Since I used the metaphor of combustion, in our lives we would either burn and eat those who are around us, or we light and give warmth to those who are around us.
Your life.
Your choice.
Your path.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Malignant Neoplasm of Thymus
Entry # 2
By the title: Malignant Neoplasm of Thymus.
is the type of cancer that caused my father's death. Only once my father told me his story with cancer, but the frustration and disgust of others mistakes made me know it by heart:
At an early stage, my father had a strange cough with blood coming out as symptoms. He went through the normal everyday check-ups yet they found nothing wrong with them. So, he was referred to a doctor in the oncology department to run certain scans that detect tumors. After a couple of scans, the results came out. My father was told that he had a tumor, but it was a benign one i.e. not lethal. For two years my father was having the same symptoms and checking with the same doctors who reassured him that it's a benign.
Again, he was suggested to a good doctor abroad in a hospital with 'modern' scanning equipment. So he travelled and got his body scan and lo and behold; he's got malignant neoplasm of thymus at a developed stage. Which, if detected in earlier stages would've been easily removed after a couple of chemotherapy treatments.
The fact that he would have lived if the cancer was diagnosed properly kills me! It frustrates me that such mistakes can be done.
But then, when I think of it. My father NEVER pointed fingers at the doctor who mis-diagnosed him. He even told me this story ONCE only and not everybody is aware of it.
This simply means that it did not matter to him.
Why?
But why?
When I think of it logically - putting aside that it happened to my father, stripping my head off that fact - I think I see why.
Every person is dead without clinical aids, by default. IF it wasn't for the doctors in oncology they wouldn't have known what's wrong with him in the first place, and he wouldn't have lived long enough.
I don't know whether this was his logic or not. But I know one thing. My father chose to live what remained of his life without pointing fingers or suing those who misdiagnosed him. That is 15 years from the first recorded detection.
He lived a life that mattered and made a change. His life had a meaning.
Rest in Peace, Salim Al Braiki.
Rest in Peace, father.
By the title: Malignant Neoplasm of Thymus.
is the type of cancer that caused my father's death. Only once my father told me his story with cancer, but the frustration and disgust of others mistakes made me know it by heart:
At an early stage, my father had a strange cough with blood coming out as symptoms. He went through the normal everyday check-ups yet they found nothing wrong with them. So, he was referred to a doctor in the oncology department to run certain scans that detect tumors. After a couple of scans, the results came out. My father was told that he had a tumor, but it was a benign one i.e. not lethal. For two years my father was having the same symptoms and checking with the same doctors who reassured him that it's a benign.
Again, he was suggested to a good doctor abroad in a hospital with 'modern' scanning equipment. So he travelled and got his body scan and lo and behold; he's got malignant neoplasm of thymus at a developed stage. Which, if detected in earlier stages would've been easily removed after a couple of chemotherapy treatments.
The fact that he would have lived if the cancer was diagnosed properly kills me! It frustrates me that such mistakes can be done.
But then, when I think of it. My father NEVER pointed fingers at the doctor who mis-diagnosed him. He even told me this story ONCE only and not everybody is aware of it.
This simply means that it did not matter to him.
Why?
But why?
When I think of it logically - putting aside that it happened to my father, stripping my head off that fact - I think I see why.
Every person is dead without clinical aids, by default. IF it wasn't for the doctors in oncology they wouldn't have known what's wrong with him in the first place, and he wouldn't have lived long enough.
I don't know whether this was his logic or not. But I know one thing. My father chose to live what remained of his life without pointing fingers or suing those who misdiagnosed him. That is 15 years from the first recorded detection.
He lived a life that mattered and made a change. His life had a meaning.
Rest in Peace, Salim Al Braiki.
Rest in Peace, father.
Blogging
Entry #1
By the title: Blogging
My very first blog page. I always believed that it's a bad idea to blog and to pour your state of mind in a perment box. So what I have always done is to write whatever I feel in a piece of paper and then throw it away. Or even post it a random dashboard anonymusly.
Today this will change.
Today, I will have my writings in my own space, maybe someday when I have stopped writing, I'd look back and remember them or someone else looks back at them and am remembered by them when I'm long gone.
By the title: Blogging
My very first blog page. I always believed that it's a bad idea to blog and to pour your state of mind in a perment box. So what I have always done is to write whatever I feel in a piece of paper and then throw it away. Or even post it a random dashboard anonymusly.
Today this will change.
Today, I will have my writings in my own space, maybe someday when I have stopped writing, I'd look back and remember them or someone else looks back at them and am remembered by them when I'm long gone.
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