Life would not be complete if one never makes a trip to the cemetery or columbarium. Imagine where we would be if Siddhartha Gautama never learned about suffering and death.
So I took another trip to the War Cemetery. To remind myself that there are so many things to be thankful for.
So many worthwhile memories I have had over the years.
So many people and things I have taken granted for.
There are so many young men and women here. Gone before they could have given more in life. But they have given; some in courage, some in vain.
There will be family and friends who still miss them after all these years. They were taken before the family and friends could have a proper farewell.
Live each moment well. They didn't know when their time would come to an end. And honestly, neither do we. Every moment alive is a moment we can choose - to curse, to swear, to grumble, to complain.
Or to celebrate.
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