Fear can move people to do inscribable things; jumping down from the third floor to escape a loose snake in the building. An artist once said without consciousness, one will have fear. We are scared of things unknown;the invisible monster under the bed, the ghost of the darkest night. We fall prey to guilt and fear the consequence of our actions. Does that mean we create fear in our mind to remind us of deeds that are sinful that we have done?
Life can be harder, more painful than death. A mother may illustrate the pain of childbirth but the pain of growing up is indescribable. Heartache, death, poverty, insecurity, rejection, saying farewell. Aren't they important ingredients of growth? However painful life is, we still move on. Just like a pottery that has been shattered and pieced together back with glue, forming a disfigured piece. Nevertheless, disfigurement sometimes add refinement, giving the piece a sort of untouchable beauty. "Take me apart, rend me assunder. I will still remain intact". A big question pops up in my mind. "How long will it survive the passage of time and torment?"
