Live like we were dying

Ever heard of this song "Live like we were dying" by Kris Allen? Don't get me wrong. I am not starting a song review, not even close. Just that the lyrics got into me, keep running in my head, over and over again.

So many time that there were stuffs that I wish to tell others but force to bite my tongue for fear of hurting the other person. Have you ever encounter such experience? Well my grandma had a bad experience with a friend. She used to lived in a very small town. So small was the town that everybody knows everyone. My grandma, a teenager then, had a few very close friends there that they declare themselves as BFFs. They would do just about anything together, inseparable. They even dress up in the same clothes when ever they go out. Gosh! You will never catch me doing that. Wearing the same clothes make people look like they are wearing uniforms, like the waitress etc.

Anyway, one fine day, one of the girls had her hair done in the latest fashion. The front portion of the hair was rolled up, with a roller inside the hair, making it look like as if she was wearing a hat. Something like what Lucille Ball did in the 30's or 40's. She parade in front of her BFFs showing off her new look. My innocent grandma went and told her that this hair style does not suit her at all. It made her look very fierce. That's it. That ended their friendship.

After hearing that story from grandma, I have to think first before I open my mouth. Just like what the mother rabbit said in Bambi " If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all". Now back to the song. It says that we should live like we were dying. Go tell those who are dear to you that you love them. Let them know. True enough, but what about those people that you dislike, or worst, those that you hate and can't stand the sight of them? Should we start telling them or bring it to our graves?

I once saw a documentary about Japanese tea drinking ceremony. They would serve the tea in a special way in a "tea room" and everyone would treat that moment like their last, their last day on Earth. Does it mean that everyone in that room have the right to pour out all those stuffs that they had bottled up in them? Can't imagine if one starts pouring all those nasty stuffs about others. Heh heh heh it would be quite an unpleasant tea party then.

Just pouring out stuffs that was bottled up in me. Thanks for reading. I feel much better now.