sometimes, the more serious the incident, the less expression you potray it.it would be at a point where you don't even know what to feel, much less how to show it.crying is nothing but venting, pouring out the pain you feel in your heart, and bringing back nothing: not the person, not the loss, not even the memories.and when time finally lighten the pain and burden you feel in your heart, you can smile again.but nothing will be the same, no matter how much the rest want or think it would be.took this off ps's blog.
was reading it and cant help but agree with it.
sometimes people ask me how i felt when my dad passed away.
5 years ago.
even now. i cant describe the way i feel.
regret? but not exactly.
upset? of course. but then it seems like insufficient to describe the way i really felt.
my immediate reaction i can still recall then wasnt crying.
for a moment i didnt know how to react when the doctor broke the news to us.
i usually dont cry easily. at least in front of people i seldom.
i think that was the first time ps ever saw me cry.
there and then i was stunned for a moment.
then came the crying.
crying. indeed is a form of relief.
nonetheless temporary.
crying can be very tiring.
and of course crying doesnt change anything.
even till now. i seldom talk much about how exactly i felt.
5 years.
i dont even think it's long enough time to get over things yet.
i guess grief is something really really unpredictable.
most people's opinion of me is someone very strong.
at least that's what i can recall of those things that my secondary school classmates wrote for me when i got them to write in my autograph book when we were graduating from secondary school.
in fact, i dont regard myself as strong.
i am just good at hiding.
afterall. it doesnt take that much effort to smile than to cry.
smiling isnt as tiring.
i nvr liked answering question about how i feel over my dad's passing.
it's like forcing me out of my hide-out.
i dont answer much. cos talking too much.
i'll choke over my words.
then again the whole process of crying.
the wound doesnt seem to heal.
yes it does close up.
but then at times it can rip open.
simply cos i dont give it proper treatment by escaping.
then again. i nvr really knew where to find the proper treatment.
i nvr liked looking straight into people's eyes.
it reveals too much.
i think.
at least it reveals too much about me.
writing this now. i can say. i feel nothing.
honest. i am not crying.
not cos i am numb.
not cos i dont feel upset about the whole issue.
but well.
it's a different channel.
it's easy to type.
i can only say that.
the way things are now are fine.
but if given a choice.
i'd rather dad still be around.
but i guess it's planned this way.
so that i learn to handle certain things.
so that i learn to be less of a spoilt brat.
so that i learn to live appreciating those around me.
so that i learn to love and treasure the ones that are alive.
so that i learn to be who i am now and be better.
anyway. read this on rick warren's the purpose driven life.
and it's really a wonderful book.
some interesting quotes.
"life minus love equals zero"
life is about loving god. and also loving the people around you!
"the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E"
relationships take time and effort, so dont just say. it's about investing your time and effort!
action speaks louder than words.