midweek thoughts

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I sit in the middle of a crowded food market. The air conditioner seems to have broken down because all I feel is the warmth and humidity of this country. I hear the chatter of people all around. Gossiping, laughing, debating. I hear music playing with a lady's voice singing painfully about love (breaking up what??) And the smell of freshly fried fries plus the warm whiff of a burger. (ps: just glanced up at a box of donuts. no, I am not jealous). 

Everybody is so busy with life. Catching up with the newspapers, head buried in their study papers, or just talking and laughing with a mouth full of nuggets. And I think about how, how fleeting, life is. Because life is just about doing the next routine. Meet up with friends, study, eat, read current events, workout (or not), and you just keep repeating the chores and daily hum of life.

But after doing the same things for fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty years, you just die. That is the crude truth, without a sugar coat or pretty packaging. You will die-and there’s no escaping it. 

And maybe it’s painful to believe that after you die you cease to exist, or if you have no idea what happens after death. Because that means that whatever you do on this world is for nothing. 

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Then heaven happens. Heaven happens for those who had chosen Him. Because heaven is probably the sweetest most magical thing ever. Not because of the gold streets, or because of the magical choruses. No. Because you get to see Him. God's good. Heaven's real. 

And maybe it's a wonderful thing that we can't escape Death. Or in Dunbar's words:

"I greet the dawn and not a setting sun, When all is done."