dead
seating here in a coffeeshop, life flashing and passing in front of me. i question my own mortality, when is my time? i won’t say that i’m ready to die, but i think about it. and if so, i’m ok with. if your definition of readiness to die is being at peace with the idea then you can say that i am ready. but i’m not. not for anything else, not spiritual or religious as i don’t believe in those shit.
i want to do more, a lot more. i want to live forever. for a man who said he’s ok to die, that’s a little contradicting. living forever is being immortalized, like jose rizal and big bird. i want to be remembered, in a good way of course, i may not be religious by i still believe in doing good. nobody wants to be remembered as the bitchy person who scrutinizes wardrobe and style from head to toe. rather, someone who influences and improved style and beauty of people and things around. it’s all in the sentence construct and perspective of the one writing… i want to be more, not just the enterprise architect that i am. a mentor, professor, designer, yogi, president.
that’s the problem. the problem of the guy who wants to be everything to everyone.
Tags: 2011, realization
