“…SOME ARE DEAD AND SOME ARE LIVING…IN MY LIFE, I LOVE ‘EM ALL”

 

The composer, John Lennon of the Beatles, wrote the above lyrics and it became a signature song.  It has become today a melodious theme of a generation about to reach the twilight zone.  For those in their 50s, 60s and 70s, the words evoke emotion and nostalgia.  It is about living through and passing away.  It is about being left out and about departing the cognitive world.  It is about leaving a memory we oftentimes but would usually forget and ignore as Love.  This on the presumption that love is there all along and that it made life as it is.

I have friends for the last 50 years who have gone to the great beyond and recently, I could not but reflect on the wisdom of life, of existing, of being, of becoming, of coming into this world.  One may perceive everything not in a vertical or horizontal sense but in what it really is, spherical.  Life is a cycle; it’s almost circular, following the spherical flow of the solar system, the seemingly rotund orientation of the universe although as yet to be determined by latter day astrologers and scientists.  Life while it is seen as progressive, ascending towards an apex, is still viewed to a certain contrary extent because reaching the zenith, it slowly (or rapidly, it depends) from its limits descend back to where it began.  The Bible says “from dust unto dust.”  Although some religions would try to supply a different view, the progressive view, that is from a spent physical life to the transcendental higher plane of existence on a spiritual direction.  For a while, it makes sense and to a better extent, quite sensible, but everywhere one notices a beginning and an end.  Where one starts at a particular point, one realizes that he also ends exactly at the same starting spot.  Philosophically speaking, from a speck unto a speck.

There lies a profound consideration in the matter of viewing life and death; of living and dying.  Or better still of existing and loving.  Love defines life and offers perpetual memory.  Love conquers life as well as death; it rearranges everything from a stale position to a complex configuration.  It makes or breaks everything on its path.  Life should therefore be seen as life and death on a different perspective.  Life moves on until it ends.  Death is another chapter that progresses onwards until oblivion.  Love is common on both considerations.  Love links both.  Its absence makes life (or death) pure accident and meaningless.  Love—call it concern, understanding, consequence, pursuit, fascination, whatever—-it is what makes everything worthy of cognition.  Love preserves everything and camaraderie fulfills that life goes on, that deaths is another window and that exactly is what faith is all about.

Yes, people come and go but friends, they who shaped our minds, they who sharpened our wits, they who colored our dreams, they who fulfilled our visions—are there forever.

 

 

(PONDERING:  Don Antonio O. Floirendo is best remembered as the only tycoon in the world whose heart beats for the poorest of the poor, the prisoners.  At 96 he succumbed to pneumonia.   I remember my colleague and loyal friend, Romy Chavez, 68, who gave up after a ruse in a vehicular accident.  I recall a former classmate since my elementary grades, Gilbert Miranda, 59, a year short of reaching senior years, struggling to meet both ends, folding up as a consequence of a massive stroke.  There was a college buddy, Atty. Eduardo Garcia, 58, a constant caller, surrendering after a bout of lung cancer.

And of course, I am reminded of Davy Jones, 66, the lead singer of The Monkees, his voice still fresh while singing “I want to be free.”   Donna Summer,63, as she defined and gave melody to the adventurous youth of 70s.  Robin Gibb, 62, of BeeGees and Whitney Houston, 48, offered timeless beats for mankind .   All of them in the first semester of this year, 2012, became a part of living memory.)

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About vjtesoro

A perpetual student of Corrections

Posted on July 7, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Hello, just wanted to say, I loved this post. It was practical.
    Keep on posting!

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