Keeping Cool

Image from WikipediaJust came back from the cemetery with my grandparents and mother as we went there to do some praying as a show of respects to our ancestors. Like every year, I would always tried to escape from such terror but always failed miserably. The reason I need to be there was because only the descendants or siblings could offer the incense stick. No price for guessing, I HAD a brother and sister. I mentioned had because they weren't in this world anymore and since, they didn't have any descendant, only I can do the offering of incense stick.

This time, we went to the cemetery during the weekday was because that the cemetery is filled with people during the weekends. Who in the world with a right mind would want to squeeze in a small and stuffy place? Definitely not me.

What I did there was helping out to carry things and food. You didn't see it wrong nor I had typed wrongly. For Buddhism, they would offer real food to the dead. Another thing I had to do was to burn the incense papers and paper clothes. The part I hate was when the smoke produced by the burning started affecting me.

This is something that I'm considering. I'm not devoted to any religion yet, perhaps when the time come... Being a Buddhism might be a big question mark.

+ The above contents are simply what I went through and have no intentions to defame any religion +
+ Readers are to read this with a open heart +