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Life is merely a journey to the grave, but to make the journey become a beautiful parade or a dark mourning ceremony is all in your hand.

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June 28, 2012


While discussing some of the students' behavior during our trip back from school, my teacher told me a very inspiring story when she tried to deal with one of the students. More or less this is what I got from what she said to the student:

"If you ever feel that you really hate your life, then touch your chest and feel it. Feel the heart beat. As long as it is still beating, then that's your life. No sulking, no complaining. Just do your job, you can make your hateful life more lovable or you can spend your time keep hating it till your heart stops beating, till your jobs' over. That's just it."

Again, another lesson of life. Thank you. :)


  1. We can keep our wounds still green, or we can heal and move on. Our scars remind us that our past is real but we do not tear them open, we let them heal.

    We can tell that to others again and again, but how to teach a man blinded by pain, fear and revenge? What is your recommendation for someone who is getting drown in by the feelings of madness?

  2. touch your chest. feel the heart beat. Is it there still? then you still have way more to celebrate and be more grateful than just crying and be sad. I , too, am still learning that now. It is tough, but it is not possible.

  3. It's not the feeling of sadness that overwhelms. It is not the feeling of loneliness, it is not the feeling of pain or crying.

    We keep our wounds green instead of let heal.

  4. sometimes not confessing that we have the wound will make the wound unhealed. admit that you have the wound, it's the first step.