Rest in Peace

The death of one Indonesian comedian, Tata Dado, really made me reflect. The death itself was due to a complication he'd been suffering since a year ago, when he was hit by stroke the first time because of diabetes and high blood pressure. As if it weren't enough, he also had lung disfunction that made him struggled to do as simple as eat or communicate. 

I said to myself (who also had too much cholesterol in such early age), that I don't want to die the same way he did. Not that I don't respect him, but I don't want to suffer that much. I seriously do not have the courage seeing my closest people aching when they take care of me. 

Prohibiting myself from certain food is definitely one way of doing so. I have succeeded two months ago on my effort lowering the cholesterol count for 20 points. However, I stopped doing it just because I felt tired. In some other ways, my special guy also kept on telling me how we should appreciate life, by eating whatever served in front of us that time, how we should believe that everything served would only give benefits and not the other way around. 

So yes, I stopped. But my goosebumps were hitting on me again when I read the news and watched the video of the comedian. Would your faith save your ass from stroke? Really?

Well, I am not a great role model whom people can look up too in terms of faith. I tend to be very shallow in it and yes I am ashamed of it. It is always a big dilemma for people like me, or people in general, to follow the heart or the rational brain. My heart tells me that if I am faithful, I truly believe in the moral principle of goodness, I would end up find. Nevertheless, my brain tells me that if I ever eat those "stuffs" again, which practically what I am doing now, I would get near his experience, which wasn't okay at all. 

It's a classic dilemma, indeed. The neutral would say, "Come on, watch your food and follow your heart. That's all you need to do. There's no black and white." Hmmmmm, easy to say, but the crossroads are there. The questions remained.

Nonetheless, it is so much better to wish that he would be in a place where he could feel no pain. Rest in peace, Mr. Tata Dado.