can life be too cruel or unfair
when folk like my late friend passed on at a terribly young age?
it could be due to observation's made over the moon's - or perhaps due to pure perpetual cynicism. or age. or all three - that i've had always believed:
1. one's life is/was pre-planned by the One above
2. what one did in one's previous existence had a direct and massive bearing on their present [like, why is one always picked on by a certain twattin amoeba for instance. i know, poor example but you's get the drift]
so once your time's up, you can't possibly exclaim, "wait, i'm not done with whatever/whomever yet!"
can you?
we ought to celebrate the deceased's life instead. and i reckon they didn't want us to be all gloomy, teary, regretful and hypocritical, flooding our tears everywhere wotnot. surely we do not wish our loved one's to be all gloomy, teary, regretful and hypocritical, flooding their tear's everywhere wotnot.
innit?
so quit the moaning's, loud wailing's [as they often do at trad chinese funeral's], crocodile tear's and wotnot. s'il vous plaît.