My Mindmake Miserable Mask

Unconsciously, my hands craft a beautiful miserable mask.

  Fingertips slip a piece of art to cover a frail heart.

Its shadow encourages a masquerade to believe that a task

  Is beyond bearable because of the external parts.

Time goes by, blinds the significant ask

  That all sadnesses are real or gangs of guards.

To avoid the fear of going in the dark

  Or playing when life has all poor cards.

Consciously, my hands take out the miserable mask

  And start living with beauty of truth and brave heart.

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# A glimpse of Adler’s psychology concept from 嫌われる勇気

When Breath Becomes Air

When last breath becomes air approaches,
The priorities of things are declared
And beauties of simple surroundings
Are too intense to bare.

When last breath becomes air’s diagnosed,
Why meaning of life could be chosen
And pursued what is needed most
When bodies are going to loss?

The day that last breath becomes air
Is common we all people share.
Why to wait cancer or disease
Signifies urgency of to care.

If the last breath is tomorrow
Should it be in the life we borrow?
Does it feel shallow or hollow?
Is moment overwhelmed by sorrow?

The second of last air is unknown
Don’t keep love within and alone.
Answer of existence, don’t postpone.
Before life has left only bones.

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# Dedicate for the meaningful piece of art about life of Paul Kalanithi, his memoir “When Breath Becomes Air”. I finished it last night, cried my eyes out. I moaned for the world’s losses about his understanding of life and death, his neurosurgical skill and his compassion towards patients. Imagine how many people he could save if he was alive.

I cannot write a line summary here as  death does not have a pinpoint but it absolutely is a process to feel and understand. However, one thing I can tell from this reading is there is no books can draw the asymtote to the answer for life existence better than a story of a good one who had to be gone away.