If time creates memory and memory defines time, where am i?
Am i still in the past when i hope that the good things i have will last?
Or am i now in the present when my future steps in a split second
For sure i’m not yet in the future because i still keep my prayer in my door.
If my past defines my future, where will my present be?
Is it in the middle of the two, a prelude to a future past beyond my grasp?
If my present decides my future, who decides my past?
Wasn’t my past was also once my future in the not so distant present?
Time really confuses me, so i let go of my time. They say spend it wisely.
Does being wise mean you spend your time preparing for your future?
But how can you prepare for your future without neglecting the precious present?
How can you be wise when it goes so quickly?
Good thing i got memories.
But memories belong to the past not the future.
And time moves in a different direction, memory in another.
Time moves forward. Memory relives the past.
I’ll just enjoy the moment. I don’t know how to spend my time wisely.
I’ll just use it.
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 our 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.
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“Hawaii is paradise. It sounds cheesy to say it, but there’s music in the air there.”. –Bruno Mars.
Yes, there’s music, a melody that springs from your heart and a rhythm that springs from your hope. Hawaii is such a beautiful place, some say it’s a paradise, others say it is heaven.
No matter how you call it, one thing is sure, you can’t get enough of it especially when you’re about to leave. It’s a mini California: countless beaches . only bigger waves for surfers, endless branded boutiques and countless hollywood celebrities.
Should I say a a mini vegas too? So many hotels, exotic and world class shows. A mini Jamaica because reggae is everywhere. So many Japanese, Asians, Europeans; domestic and international tourists.
History, Culture, Shopping, Nature, for such a small state, there’s so much things to do and so many places to see. You walk , bike, drive, swim, surf or dive, or just simply do nothing, lay on the beach and watch the sunset and the changing colors of the sky.
I’d love to post all my pictures here, Hawaii is such a paradise i believe it needs a whole website for it.
I remember walking by the beach and witnessing a beach wedding and a funeral simultaneously happening, reminding me of life itself where falling in love is like experiencing the joys of wedding and break ups giving you the feel of attending your own funeral. Life is a bitch really. Ooops, I mean Life is a Beach. 🙂
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