Just a few more weeks and we’ll find ourselves blessed with another year. I think it could sound premature to talk about the 2018 when there are still plenty of left on the plate, however, the thought of given a new batch of 365 is an altogether a pair of change and constraint.
Today saw us have a meeting at the cafeteria wherein we were informed of what the news has been reporting these past few days about how our Company is bundling together its three traditional, consumer businesses into one super group. I believe it made perfect sense to do so—the public agrees too. Already, the stock price of one of the three companies has surged more than 20% in just a span of 3 days.
Well the more things change, the more they stay the same. Hours before the news services published the announcement, analysts I followed on Twitter already talked about how this move would allow the Company to unlock value. However, questions of organization and employment drowned out the upside of the move. Of course, it was just human nature to seek clarification on milestones such as this; and this afternoon’s meeting was simply what us employees wanted to hear.
As I am writing this, Salome is dumping rains outside. The tropical depression arrived a day after the 4th anniversary of that extremely devastating Haiyan, and is expected to strengthen once it reaches the South China Sea. This year has been relatively quiet so far as far as tropical cyclones in the Philippines are concerned—but that could change anytime since November has been historically the month where the worst typhoons come to pay a visit.
I’ve been told many times over that death is not the end, but only a transition. I want to believe them, however, to the best of my knowledge, no one has really transitioned and went back to this life to tell people how it was—well except for those who experienced near death experiences.
For some unexplainable reason, I find my thoughts standing on the precipice of sadness and the acceptance of it, knowing full well that there really is an end to everything.
I first learned of NDEs when I read the works of Dr. Raymond Moody many, many years ago. It really fired up my curiosity and in a way made me appreciate how fragile we truly are. The transition may take on different meanings, and each has his or her own way of dealing with it.
As for me, I sometimes wander in the landscapes of my thoughts about passing away and how, as an eldest child, should I prepare for the inevitable. Neighbors have passed away, and just recently one of our neighbors in the province did. For some unexplainable reason, I find my thoughts standing on the precipice of sadness and the acceptance of it, knowing full well that there really is an end to everything.