Overheard from the recent episode of Desperate Housewives titled Welcome to Kanagawa. And I am inspired to jot this down from what just happened this morning to one of my much respected friend:

Once the tornado had passed, it began. A man gave his coat to a stranger in need. A woman shared her food with those just passing by. A teenager reunited a dog with its worried owner. These are the things that happen in the wake of any great disaster. People start to perform small acts of kindness. They do what they can to help. All the while knowing, it won’t be enough.

There are so many times when I wish I can do something to alleviate the pain of my friends, or help someone overcome one’s sadness that continues to cloud one’s mind, or empower him/her the ability to erase parts of his/her memory. But I can’t accomplish them of course… Can’t help but feel so helpless at times…

The simple me just hopes that my presence would be in any way helpful. Although I know it’d never be enough…

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I’m not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints of snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn’s rain

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die


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