As i look at the flowers and the busy people visiting their departed loved ones, i can’t help not to ask why all soul’s day is not just an ordinary day
Looking far beyond sometimes a temporary life is seen with much significance than the permanence of the real life beyond, if there’s really one.
Who am i to question it as there’s a right time to know it. What a beautiful lie if this life is the only one and the painful truth will make me gasped beyond wonders when i’m at the other side.
Hoping that from this time on, i will always be grateful for every minute that was given and learn to appreciate life’s precious moments.
As i look at the flowers and the busy people visiting their departed loved ones, i can’t help not to ask why all soul’s day is not just an ordinary day
Looking far beyond sometimes a temporary life is seen with much significance than the permanence of the real life beyond, if there’s really one.
Who am i to question it as there’s a right time to know it. What a beautiful lie if this life is the only one and the painful truth will make me gasped beyond wonders when i’m at the other side.
Hoping that from this time on, i will always be grateful for every minute that was given and learn to appreciate life’s precious moments.
I was in a bar when i heard the song again, Sia’s The Chandelier. At 2 am something in the past comes back again. I don’t know why, there’s something with the chandelier that gives me this creepy feeling. Nope, it”s not the song, i’m referring to the “Chandelier” itself.
Although i’ve seen a hundred chandeliers in more than a hundred places, there are only two memorable occasions when the chandelier left its strong impressions.
First, when our family went to an uptown hotel, my sight was immediately centered to a humongous chandelier . As a child i was amazed by the chandelier’s intricate design. The countless artful bulbs that give its blinding lights above the red carpet at the center of the lobby seem to welcome you with a screaming voice, announcing your arrival. It was beautiful. I was mesmerized until we went to a wake of a relative. From then on, it change everything.
I was a child when we visit a relative. The funeral home with its huge chandelier. The chandelier had made its impact on my young mind.
The place evokes sadness, while the adults were having their conversation, i was left alone tending for myself. Since the place is not huge unlike that posh hotel, my wandering eyes were just restricted to the huge chandelier above the coffin.
At the center i see nothing but the white box and the chandelier. And since i refused to look at the white box, my time was spent most of the time on that intricate but creepy chandelier.
Of course there were flowers, but the chandelier’s presence is too strong to be ignored. Its brass finished, its design and the lights seem like a distraction. Who would ever thought of putting a chandelier in a funeral home?
Their existence was supposed to be just for the sole purpose of welcoming us for a celebration, the one with grandeur and splendor like the one in the posh hotel..
But things have changed, as i reached the middle age, i realized that death is not something to be afraid of. Now i know why there’s a chandelier on that place, death is a milestone, a step to the next dimension .
And the Chandelier and its lights welcomes our arrival to that final destination.
Although honestly, it’s an event i have long accepted that is bound to happen. It’s the only future event that i don’t really look forward to. 🙂
So call me crazy , everytime i see a huge chandelier, i always take a second look because it always remind me of a wake, a funeral place.
I remember visiting a relative in L.A. As soon as we entered her huge beautiful home, a huge chandelier welcome us and i tactlessly told my mom, “Oh My God Mom, this place looks like a funeral home, a huge mausoleum” (all white interior with fresh flowers, high ceiling and a huge chandelier).
Good thing, it’s just my mom who heard me, otherwise I might have offended my kind relative. I have no intention of hurting anyone’s feelings and i have no right to question anyone’s taste. it’s just that a place with a huge chandelier reminds me of a funeral home. My weird and crazy mind.
Looking back at this photo, I can see myself barely smiling. Some memories are never forgotten. Years after, I still remember………….The Chandelier.
Joys of Joel 
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