have you ever wonder why we are here?...i always do...i always think why people have to be here...on earth...to live...work...live...work...until this very moment...i don't know why...is it to do good things to others and remembered by many when we die?or to fulfill something and be remembered by many when we die?...or to achieve the greatest and be remembered by many when we die?..i noticed one thing...it always ends up in dying....i am not a good christian..i don't read bible religiously...neither i go to mass every sunday or any day that is said to be holy...but i believe there is God...and i believe in one equation of life..though i am not even a mathematician...( actually math hates me! )..do good things to others...whether it return back to you or not...it should not matter...for me...life is a gift...we thought that we already opened that gift...but for me...i haven't opened mine...until my brother died...it is such a painful part of my life that though i've been through a lot before...his life is something that reflect mine...a smile without pretensions...a love that is real...the pain that he tried to overcome with but failed...until his last breathe..he was able to open his gift of life...though he did not surrender it back easily to the one who gave it...he was able to open it...i thought i had opened mine...i really thought...now only...and i saw that my life will also end up with dying...and i will not regret if no one will ever remember me as long as i never forget to share the little thought of my heart...the little piece of my bread...and the small cup of my water...i am not great person...maybe no one even remember my name or what have i done...but it should not matter...as long as i have learned that my life is a gift...not a routine...that after opening my eyes...i am opening a piece of that wrapper...that surprises me everyday...and when i am about to sleep...the gift i have is waiting for another day to reveal another part...isn't it exciting...dying makes one living learn that life is something we should not get tired of...and dying is not something we should be afraid of...though i still cry...and sometimes i do ask God why...i never heard Him answer...but i felt His Love to my brother...and that is enough...someday i hope to understand the other mstery of life...but for now...i hope to keep the faith that love and life belongs to each other...and death is the peak that is hard to embrace but the reality...