tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16501145823166225032011-04-21T14:48:46.324-07:00cuddle bug :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02191702790299084587noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650114582316622503.post-76976861826202804072008-10-24T18:16:00.000-07:002008-10-24T18:36:41.814-07:00this is a reflection which i made during Re.Ed. it was all about dying and stuff like that. well, the questions were:<br />- if today is your last day, what would you do? why?<br />- how do you want to be remembered by people? explain.<br />- make your own title.<br /><br />and this is my composition:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Last Stand<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Life, for me. is a journey on which I have to fight. fight for the battles, challenges and trials. but there comes a time that you would lose and take your last stand. if today would be that day to finally take a rest and accompany God, i would get a piece of paper and a pen. No, i will not cry for I know that it's time. Using two materials that I usually spend my entire life with, I will right a poem; a piece where I can utter words I've never said before, A piece where I can freely express my deepest feelings, A piece that would take me to a world of freewill. As I write my last poem, I will include wishes; I want to be fulfilled. I will include regrets that may never seem to bother me all along and hopes even if I know that it will never be accomplished.<br /><br />As a person with an unfinished poem in my hand, and a pen barely writing what's inside my head; I want to be remembered as someone who takes life as it is and someone who takes it happily. I know, I too. have memories that are simply breathtaking. memories that will never fade unlike my pen. Finishing that poem would be one great success. It will make my soul jump in joy. It will make me happy not knowing that today, is the day where i take my LAST STAND.<br /><br /><br />>_<<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650114582316622503-7697686182620280407?l=epistaxisoverload.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cuddle bug :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02191702790299084587noreply@blogger.com0