Last December 23, 2013
The air was crisp. Nights longer than days. Children wearing their brand new sets of outfits. You can hear that soft music of christmas songs playing in the neighborhood. Everyone was busy buying gifts, planning what menu will be serve and place to spend the holidays to. Christmas is really in the air.
Christmas. December 25. The birth of our Saviour Jesus Christ. By the way, be with me at this very moment and let's thank the Lord for giving us the most precious gift ever existed--Salvation. "I thank you Lord for saving my soul."
I had visited my friend last day. We had a conversation and it turns out bittersweet. She still misses her youngest sibling. She knew that for the years to come, christmas will always remind her of what she had lost, what she don't have and what she suppose to have but wouldn't be. I do think its crazy. Being happy and sad all along for the same day. She cannot be happy because she feels that any extreme happiness will be a betrayal to her sister who was not given a chance to feel life as she had. She feels that she should hold on and continue to grieve because its the only rope that connects her to her sister. In grief, she feels most close to her again. Like they'd been back in those good old days. She doesn't know how could it be, that she always want to experience life and yet cannot appreciate any of it. Yes, I know. She knows. You don't have to judge anymore.
I wonder how many broken hearts and broken souls was out there. Though in the midst of bright lights and laughter had manage to keep a happy face and at the end of the day finds themselves just the way it was before--alone. People say life is too short to waste that's why you have to live it to the fullest. I find it ironic that in loneliness and sadness, wisdom was there. You don't get any lesson worthy in happiness. And just like my instrument, people appreciate the minor c more than those in sharps.
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