today, the one big thing that struck me most was,

"what's the one meaning in my life that can't be destroyed by death?"

i remember my favourite song when i was a kid. when i was afraid of going into the toilet at home alone, or walking into my room in the dark, i'd sing it at the top of my voice. the theory's that, the louder you sing a hymn, the further ghosts and evil spirits will shy away from where you're standing. so the upstairs neighbours probably constantly heard some small kid yelling at the top of her voice at some fixed (bath) time everyday,

"because He lives, i can face tomorrow, because He lives, all fear is gone, because i know, i know He holds tomorrow, and life is worth the living, just because He lives..."

honestly, i still tend to do stuff like that sometimes. except nowadays, when/if i'm scared, i'll tend to hum the song instead. and if those of you from our "unmentionable" cca (according to my sister) still remember, i was reciting the Lord's Prayer out loud in the middle of the dumb solo-walk when yucai came from behind and scared me outta my wits. i guess i probably scared him out of his wits too, so we're quits. poor yucai. always being scared out of his wits and having to thank his lucky stars... haha.

but anyway, not to digress further, indeed, life is worth the living, just because He lives!


p.s: and what is morality without religion? once again, longfellow says it best.