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Maturity Comes Like a Thief in the Night

August 15, 2011

I was thinking that this gift is my symbol for maturity.

It takes a big gulp of maturity to accept that all things that we want will not always be a piece of cake to achieve. Right now, (though I think It’s kinda late) I’m in the stage of my life wherein I bid my teenage fantasies goodbye and accept what the fierce world has to offer.
The turning point was when I received a text message from my supervisor saying that our Manager died in a cardiac arrest with the promising age of 42, leaving her two pre-teen children to her loving husband (39). She’s was, well, a good friend and an excellent leader to everyone.
That made me realize that death is like a thief in the night, you will not know when it’ll strike. You will not know how much it would take from you. I won’t even know if I’ll still be alive when I walked out of the office. So now, I’m trying to patch things up in my life; realizing that an hour of extension in playing online games is like preempting a year of my life here on Earth. AndI was thinking that my infamous “Palos-Uli” attitude seems to be disturbing to others and to me. So, I’ll be more sincere (now) and…(hell yeah this may sound like a new year’s resolution but please bear with me but,)… I’ll be mature now.
Maturity that’s in line with setting priorities, putting up personal goals, and (I think) laying out my “road” in life. Maturity in treating decisions like it’s the most vital ingredient in the recipe of success. Maturity in valuing friends as puzzle-pieces of life. I know, I’m not in the crossroads of my life right now. When that time comes, I’ll be prepared to face those things that’ll yet to come.
To Ma’am Zhen, wherever you are, I’m always praying for your eternal repose. I’m very grateful to have you as my leader, my friend and my inspiration for success. You’ll always be present in our prayers and memories.

P.S., as I write this letter. I had this song on the background.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh, uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She’ll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain’t always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain’t even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had, just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had, just enough time

And I’ll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I’m as green as the ring on my little, cold finger, I’ve
Never known the lovin’ of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there’s a
Boy here in town who says he’ll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well,
I’ve had, just enough time

So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell them for a dollar
They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ’em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you’re really gonna need them, oh

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had, just enough time

So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls

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