I attended a two-day of soft skill class by my company. The subject is "Innovation and Creativity". Before the class ended yesterday, Dr Lim (the soft skill trainer) required us to go home and write down an issue, which had been bothering us lately. The first thing that came into my mind is Death. The following is the statement I wrote down in the class today with the keywords I brainstormed yesterday night before I slept.
I wish I could be there to say the final goodbye to the deceased because they are going to be departed from my life forever.
As it's the God's will, death is not able to be explained in layman's term.
As it's also the God's way in creating dimensions to seperate the deceased and the livings, we will never able to connect or communicate anymore.
However, I'm still thankful for all the great sweet memories I shared previously with the deceased.
Emotionally, I allow myself to shed tears, grieving over their leavings to express out my sorrows.
At their funerals, I always hope their spirit will turn into butterflies as I wish they would be happy for their another life after death.
I am glad that I finally put down in words how I should look at death. It is like a firm formula to counter with death, to ease away the uneasy feeling, to chase away the frustration of the seperation. It is way better than letting your mind to run wild and keep lingering at all directions everytime it happens. It had been such a meaningful class when I am true to my inner feeling, when I am confronting my inner disruptions.
I wish I could be there to say the final goodbye to the deceased because they are going to be departed from my life forever.
As it's the God's will, death is not able to be explained in layman's term.
As it's also the God's way in creating dimensions to seperate the deceased and the livings, we will never able to connect or communicate anymore.
However, I'm still thankful for all the great sweet memories I shared previously with the deceased.
Emotionally, I allow myself to shed tears, grieving over their leavings to express out my sorrows.
At their funerals, I always hope their spirit will turn into butterflies as I wish they would be happy for their another life after death.
I am glad that I finally put down in words how I should look at death. It is like a firm formula to counter with death, to ease away the uneasy feeling, to chase away the frustration of the seperation. It is way better than letting your mind to run wild and keep lingering at all directions everytime it happens. It had been such a meaningful class when I am true to my inner feeling, when I am confronting my inner disruptions.