Going to A Funeral

Today I went to one of my closest friend's dad funeral service. It was a rather misfortunate time really to catch up with old freinds. Ironically, it was also time we gathered round exchanging our journey through life. As most of us have spent some part of our lives in the western world be it UK, USA or in my case different places, we shared more less similar experience. We have seen many greener things the other side of the fence offer us as well as the greener things our side of the world has to offer. Yet, we have agreed on one thing that all these things are just environmental and not yet substance. Looking at the coffin -- that's it! At the end of the day, you just have to reach the end alone. Now what is there in between, how we want to be and what we want to be during our time here. In our 30s, still too early to reflect on this sort of thing, some may say, we feel like slowing down to give ourselves times to breath and space to stretch. Aim a little less, relax a little more and be a bit more caring to things and people around us and of course ourselves. It's not very often that we hug and hold each other when we meet. But in time like this, friendly touchs were much appreciated. I could sense the delight of my friend when he saw us and when we stood side by side with his arm around my waist, we felt the comfort that friends could give each other. It's the feeling that nothing could bring except the genuine love we have for each other. Perhaps going to a funeral is not as uncomfortable as we think. Besides, we have leant one more reason to be more in touch with our human side. At the end of the day you may reach there alone, you can't take anything with you but the love of those people you have loved throughout your life.

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