I was alarmed when I heard a kid, who is probably three and a half feet tall, cussing like there’s no tomorrow in the middle of a busy street today. No one even bothered to tell that kid to stop and there are some who were even grinning and snickering while watching the spectacle. I felt like the people thought the kid’s actions are so ordinary that it never warranted any reprimand from the companion or the ones witnessing it
Then it got me thinking. If this kid grew up during my time, his mouth would have been sore and hot with all the hot peppers the elders would have fed him to stop that potty mouth.
Gosh! The way kids use curse words nowadays makes me believe that the standards in good manners and right conduct is NOT just low . . . it’s diminishing. Soon, toddlers will shout “motherf**cker” at the top of their lungs and it will be alright, like it’s nothing out of the ordinary.
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We are all players in this game called life.
Life is a game that has so many rules to follow but only one that really speaks for what living is all about – the golden rule.
I have always believed the power to move people behind the words; Do unto others what you want others do unto you.These simple words can make wonders if only people will follow it. This saying may have been found as the basis of the concept of the karmic cycle, but either way, living life should be correspondent to the ultimate impression you want to leave behind.
My goal is to have at least one person to shed genuine tears of loss when I pass away.
There are two deaths in my family recently. My father died on October 7 of heart failure and a granduncle on October 10 of multiple injuries sustained from a circumstantial event. The recent losses took a sorrowful toll on the lives and loves that both men have left behind. I immediately imagined them reunited in the afterlife together with the others who had died before, attending a banquet with an impressive spread of food that they cannot indulge while they were still alive. I imagined them drinking the finest bourbon and reminiscing the memories they had of a life that passed by. I imagined them at peace.
This made me think.
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Everybody has his or her own opinion on many things. Some are logical, some aren’t. We cannot really force people to think straight the way we want them to. To do so would be as good as signing ourselves for death by firing squad.
There are tons of questions that can sprout from a simple word such as O-P-I-N-I-O-N.
So why are some very adamant in forcing people to see their way? Do they need attention? Are they lonely and wanted someone to relate with? Are they so vain that they think they are always on the right?
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