Why Wait Till The Day Of Dying?

Why Wait Till The Day Of Dying?

I think, aged people don’t tell you how they really feel, except to his doctor, but I will.

I don’t believe a dying man could ever say his best last thoughts to his sons, daughters, his wife, friend, as is sometimes beautifully pictured in books, showed in films, drama, ... as then, he is so scared, so weak, going to faint and his mind becomes muddled, clouded.

I’m happy I’ve written almost all my thoughts, feelings when my mind was healthy, my thoughts clear. Why wait till the day of dying? It might come any time.

June 2014 

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My e Concert Of Nature‘s Voices, Sounds

My e Concert Of Nature‘s Voices, Sounds

What’s hearing birds singing in a cage?

What’s fishing in an aquarium?

But I caught, recorded when they were free and I was fortunate to capture, without harming them. Though a very humble catch, yet am I very happy and proud of it.

http://chewsvideos.blogspot.com/2014/01/voice-of-nature.html

An e Concert is never too early staged, never too late. You can visit anytime you like, anywhere you are. Besides, I can always improve, delete what is poor, add new that’s better. So I comfort myself.

June 2014 

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I Certainly Do Love Them

I Certainly Do Love Them

I certainly do love my thoughts, my pictures, my video recordings in my blog, how simple they might be. Can I be proud of were they beautiful but not mine? And were my pictures, video recordings beautiful, I owe my gratitude to superb technology that’s supporting me.

June 2014

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Joys Of Old Age

Joys Of Old Age

How Wonderful.

Now in old age with a weaker eyesight, can I see beauty that is just before me which I didn’t see with good eyesight before, even were I to have the time. What a revelation.

Now can I find, enjoy, read, hear, see, beauty in the simplest things. My mind is as young as ever. I don’t need to have read a novel, or to have heard an oratorio, opera, symphony, seen roses, orchids, ... to really find beauty, I don’t have to have eaten special foods, drinks. But then I was so haughty. 

Beauty must be rich, grand, brilliant I thought, ignoring, humbling, despising beauty in the so simple, the so small,  the so common, ... so near, yet, so dear to me, now:

or this:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5Vqjbpcjl0

June 2014

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You Never Knew You Would Feel, Become Like That

You Never Knew You Would Feel, Become Like That

After I succeeded to run the Marathon on my 60 th year I thought I would run 70 Km on my 70th birthday, 80 Km on my 80th birthday, you know, as a challenge and my special birthday present.

But when I was 70, I felt running 70 Km is very hard, as on a try, starting from Jakarta running at 2.oo am via Rumpin hills I arrived 1.oo pm in Leuwiliang. So then I choose to bicycle 140 Km, the same road vice versa and succeeded, starting 6.oo am, having a nice picnic in the mountains and arriving 6.oo pm in Jakarta.

When I was 80, there was no way you ever could run 80 Km, or bicycle 160 Km, except perhaps in 4 or 5 days I never thought, expected, you never knew, no young man ever could, that one day in the future, you would feel, become like that.

Today, just walking, - not running - a near distance becomes hard as my legs hurt when walking. I can’t cycle a far distance anymore. Then I thought of buying me a motorized bicycle, or a three wheeled motorized bicycle and I imagined of carrying my lover with me, or a golf car, but it’s a pity you couldn’t drive it on the main streets, or buy me a bicycle that can be folded, yet it is too heavy to carry it folded. 

But when one day, perhaps I am over 100, will I ride a wheelchair, or motorize it to drive fast, to have my picnic and enjoy the ride into the country.  I’m so young still. Ha. Ha.

So e mailed Opa Johan his sons and daughters.

June 2014

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