Stronger Heart

Ever so often I wrote about how life is a big school with teachers in the shape of experiences and the people, the ones we are thankful to meet and the ones who, well, are best avoided but unfortunately we can't just because the 'big book' wrote the destiny of the encounter. I'd like to assume that the destiny was written even before I was born. Err, just to add some more drama to my overly-imagined fantasy.

People.
We learn from them. What they do, what they don't. Under other circumstances, I would do things, and FEEL things differently. I would argue, I would attack, I would defend, I would have questioned a lot of things. At this moment, a bigger cause awaits. There's no 'I' or 'me' or 'myself' entity. 'I' becomes number two. 'feelings' don't matter. 'I' equals 'a machine'.

I 'kill' myself.

And then I realized, I have (almost) become like 'them', the ones who receive the responsibility and obligation to give the others lessons about life through their ignorance, selfishness, dishonesty, insincerity and pathetic behaviors (I've checked. There's no 'pathetic' as a NOUN. Hehehe.)

I wrote as my status in FB:

any attempt to break my heart only makes it stronger, definitely not colder ....

Yes, these experiences will be remembered till the day I die. There is no way I'm going to let these events to turn me into a different person. I love my life and during that time I intend to protect my soul and enjoy it every second, till life's last drop.



pic from here.