its a wonder how some rejoice for others yet are not self-celebratory. its a wonder how some are indifferent to their own date of births. life and death on the same day. a paradox? not really. juz a fact of life: a continuous life cycle. life goes on. life after death. the aftermath. like the canonization of joan of arc as St. Joan.
redemption after death? such is the fate of tragik heroes/heroines. or are they just the by-product of guilty citizens who wish to make amends for these 'sacrificial lambs'? to be remembered only after death. all the while not recognized throughout their life-long experience. think of Vincent Van Gogh.
are we living thru our hypocricy and daily lies?are we not guilty?or are we just disensitized...

today I woke up with a new zest for my daily struggle: what doesnt kill you makes you stronger.so just grit your teeth and walk thru the Fire.