Whatever happened to Lucy (in the sky with diamonds)?

Everything that you go through in life is just a phase. 

The most crucial thing in the phases of life is timing. Getting bruises when your were eight years old, first crush at 12, first kiss at 16, first hangover at 18, first menthol drag (as endorsed by America's favorite cowboy) at 20, knocked up/get hitched at 26, hypocritically sing-song the familiar "when I was your age..." at 36, retire at 47, first grand kid at 50, and so on until you die at 92 (or over). Everything is always set by the tide of life. 

So if sobriety is an unknown terminology at the age of 26, then I guess you're still doing okay. It's a compulsory fact that everyone has to fall once or twice in this lifetime.

Whatever foolishness you've done is not even half of what I got myself into when I was your age. Fool around, take advantage of your mortality, I will let you be. But NEVER ever forget where you came from, because whenever you fall, I will always hoist you. Whatever happens to you in life, make it a lesson to be passed unto your children, not to scare them or to avoid them from treading the same path, but to make them realize that life is NEVER cruel, and that it's always our doing whenever the darkness consumes our sanity. 

Like I said,  We are our own salvation.

So Lucy, if you can hear me, when the diamonds in your sky has stopped waltzing, I will always be right behind you because stars do not need to waltz for us to enjoy a lifetime of stargazing.

like the stars

What's the one word you hate the most?

You might have read from my past entry that my favorite word of all time is "sparkle". I was being serious. I don't know why but there's an ounce of relief whenever I say it. Sparkle. Like the cheap soda or a seemingly familiar lyrics from one of Mariah Carey's songs. Sparkle, like the stars. That's it. Precisely like the stars.

On the other hand, the one word I dread the most is leukemia. Every facet of it! A loved one died of it a few years back and it's like suddenly, the whole dictionary was all about the disease. My aunt was 42. Two years of therapy, a few months of temporary relief, then, a relapse. She was so young, perky and selfless. I had to sleep with her at the hospital every weekend on my last year in high school, she looked stronger than she felt, seemed as if she wasn't afraid to die at all! That's wrong. Nobody, especially at her age, should be NOT afraid of dying. It's probably been about 4 years since she passed away. Sometimes, I forget that she's gone.

I've known a significant number of people battling leukemia, young, old, it's all the same, death and pain is postponable... but inevitable.

Yes, leukemia (or the mere mortality of the terminal human body) scares the big shit outta me, but I guess it takes ending our mortality for us to become Immortal.

Sparkle. Like the stars, where my aunt and grandfather are. Illuminating, guiding, immortal.

♫ No matter how far the view, I still always look up to you... ♫