One life to live.
As a lot of people already knows, I work in a hospital, used to be in Surgery now back in my home unit Emergency. I see people die almost everyday. Some were ready, others weren’t. Some families couldn’t let go, and some didn’t even care. Children taking care of their parents, parents taking care of their children. Wives that stays up all night to care for their ill husbands, husbands that never leaves their wives’ side.
From old to young, whatever gender, or class or race or background, we all have one life to live. Have we ever thought about what our purpose should be? How would people remember you when you passed? Would people even remember you? Would your kids, grand kids hold your hand when you’re in pain?
Working in two different yet similar units in the hospital made me see a clearer view on how people lived their lives. How many and how much they affected people’s whole beings, how much love or lack there of is around.
I see people that are ready to go in Surgery unit, having family stay with you til your last breath, getting the last blessing from your priest, saying all your I love you’s and I’m sorry’s and goodbyes. I see people die from long term illness that makes them suffer for years and years. Why did they kept fighting? And where do they draw strength to finally let go?
In Emergency, I see people die with no warnings, sometimes with no long term illness, just a horrible surprise. A sister who was singing around playing with her cousins, dead in less than 3 hours. A husband who just didn’t wake up, a child, who never made it to the hospital. Were they at least a bit ready? Did they tell their loved ones they loved them? Did they apologize to all the people they’ve hurt? Did they say their goodbyes? In their last breath, what was in their mind? Would the people they left behind find strength to accept the inevitable?
In these differences and difficulties people face everyday, how many things are left unsaid?
I’ve stressed long enough to always live everyday as if it’s your last, not foolishly of course, it meant to say sorry to that person you’ve hurt the most, forgive the people that broke you, and say I love you to the one person who makes your days. Tell your family how much you appreciated everything they did for you.
And live every day, thanking Him up there for one more beautiful day of life, and ask yourself when you get up every morning, would I be ready today? Would they be?
Don’t live with any regrets. Live for love. Love to live.
-C
Awe, lol.
So, yesterday’s post got quite a few reactions, mostly from the people that cares. I guess I did sound sad about it, but just to clear a few things, I’m not. :)
As I’ve said, I am in a happy state. No regrets, no heartache about any of this.
I’m quite happy that people messaged and even called to see how I was doing, lol. I guess I did sound all depressed, or whatever, lol.
Just clearing things, lol. but Thank you, big thank you to all the people that messaged me yesterday. I felt so loved :)
-C
Getting married :)
11 months ago. Me and my ex(obviously) broke up.
9 months ago. He got a new girlfriend.
7 months ago. He called me. Letting me know he wants to marry her. Being an ex, there wasn’t really a right answer. Pretty much had no choice but to be an all out supporter.
I don’t know how many months ago. They did get engaged.
Sometime this month. He’s getting married.
In all honesty, I got over him a long time ago, I am happily seeing someone right now. But it is a different feeling when you know an ex would be getting married. **cue background music of Someone like You by Adele or Ikakasal ka na by Jessa Zaragoza for my Pinoy followers** Hahahah
Kidding aside, I’m okay, more than okay even. It’s just a bothering feeling. Saw pre-nup pics and all that. And there’s just this feeling that I can’t even describe. Owell.
I really hope that whatever everyone said about all this won’t come true. I still wish him all the happiness he wants to have and more :)
As for me, marriage is a long way from where I am, but if he comes, and sweeps me off my feet, maybe? Haha.
- C