The third weekend of June. For many, it's about the celebration of father's Day. Here I am lying on my bed thinking. Should I wish or should I be staying quiet. I think sometimes not doing anything can be a good response.
It's kind of odd the surrounding at home. The close family members knew it. We knew it. My father is ill. As time passes on, I am kinda worried, and a little bit of feeling sorry. There's nothing much to celebrate about.
Part of growing up teaches me that situation like needs to be faced with equanimity. In all the turbulence happening, one needs to stay calm. Being emotional doesn't really help. Yea, I got that part done right. I ask a friend, is there something I could have done more. Probably but the question is what. My mum did not say much either. She said we just make do with what we can. It's not a bad life, just a disease that comes unexpectedly. Surprisingly calm with a mild tone of sadness.
I wish he has less suffering and persevere through the challenging time. If believing to a religion helps, I hope he can practise it more. Not to end the suffering, but to end ones suffering of living. If my understanding is right, one should not yearn, one should not be afraid and one should not avoid. One just lives, collecting merits along the way.
May all beings stay happy, peaceful and healthy always. Bhavatu Sabba Mangalam.
