Power that kills.

Following the death of the 5 db, especially boon san, I've come to frequently ponder on the issues of life and death.

No doubt, it all stands within a fine line. One minute, a particular person may be having the time of his/her life and the next, his time is up.

Why do we fear death so much? Is it the loneliness? The fear of stepping into a foreign place alone or the very fact that the world will not stop moving for us?

It doesn't help that i've been watching alot of films which further amplifies how one's life can be snatched away by another just-like-that. 'Warlords' wasn't too bad..except the sad, but typical ending of men with power.

Power.
A strong word that has led many powerful men to kill and many innocent lives lost.

Over the years, MTT has taught me that to be a leader, one has to know how to be a follower. But as i slowly grow, i see myself eroding away from a leader towards being just a follower. Not that it's bad or anything. But it seems like the years spent in training and thereafter, observing others seem to show me a more frightful side of being on top than the sense of satisfaction that comes from it.

I probably am starting to detest it. Detest the fact that we can never please everyone and as we grow older, the skepticalism of others seem to never let everyone say, " hey, this is a good leader. "

How do you define a 'good leader' anyway?

Or maybe, it's because no one listens anymore. Instead, because of the disappearing simplicity, everyone's mind seems to be simultaneously chanting, " i can be better than him! I can be better than him! "

man, i miss the sea. I miss spending hours out there. Having the power to control my own boat and thoughts. Oh wait, there's still the power of waves.

Lights will guide you home
and ignite you bones.
I will try to fix you.