2010 July 11 – My college friend died, I think he’s the first on our class. Reflection on death.

He’s the first in our class. Huh, the first, as if the grim reaper has started tabulating us. He’s a great guy, nice, has great sense of humor, damn talented. And now all this, all he has, all is talent, all he could have build, all his potential, cease to exist. He’s 27 I think. Human life is really, like a candle, one gush of air, gone. We laugh at death at this age. We thought it won’t touch us, it’s reserved for the old.

Can you imagine, you run merrily through life, chasing dreams, climbing career, planning marriage, working on projects, and one day you are forced to leave all those behind. Heck, you are not even given a chance to clear your work desk. It’s just done.

Life is so precious, it’s all that you have, but it’s so fickle, it can be stopped anytime.

As I grief for his death, I have to ask to myself, since now, the possibility is quite real, what are my priorities? If death touch me at my youth, what would I like to have accomplished?


I’m also reminded about one of the principles I finally able to crystallize recently. That a life consumed for oneself has no point.

Let’s assume a young man life today and gone tomorrow. He does a lot of work and actions, some are to obtain money for his bread at the end of the month, some are to fulfill is hobby, some are for his medium term goals, some are for his long term goals. He care about his ability to provide food, about his career development, and about achieving his life milestones, that’s why invest his time, energy, and focus on these things. He labor on them, he work day and many nights on them, when he doesn’t work on them, his mind is reminded about his works from time to time and his mind work.

The thing is, most of these things matters only to him. His parents doesn’t understand his dreams, he has no wife whose life are intertwined with him. His dreams, and the works he does to achieve them, are his alone, only he understands how important these things are for him.

And then the next day, he’s gone. Many of the things he care, no other person care, for the living has their own cares. Many of the things he build, no one else will continue, for the living has their own building to erect. Many of the thing he dreams, might not even occur to others, for the living has their own dream to pursue.

Thus, one’s ability to keep producing fruit from one’s labor, stop at his death. The benefit of one’s work, stop at his death. One’s ability to influence, stop at his death. But for One thing, the things he does for others.

Many of the care you have for others, some might also care. Many of the things you build for others, some might be willing to continue. Many of the things you dream for others, some might share the same vision.

It’s the thing you do for others that will be carried forward by the living.

The work we do other for others, can be carried forward by those with the same vision, and thus go beyond our death. The benefit of the work we do for others, could go beyond our death. The work we do for others and the inspiration resulting from it, can influence people even after our death.

The only work left from a man’s life, is the work he does for others.


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