there is respect, and then there is fawning over something

do i respect the generations past? i dare think i do.
do i respect my ancestors…most of them, most of the time.

does the above mean i have to spend my days sitting at their graves, thinking of their graves, talking of their graves? i think not.

i guess i am a little angry with the people in the village, relatives including. the graveyard is their showcase, their battleground. it is them who go on bragging about all the cool features a grave (sic!) could have. my loved ones who are gone from this earth, are not there. my loved ones did not stay corpses, they moved on.

if anyone wants to build a palace for corpses, let them do it without me.

and the next one calls me about improvement to the graves, will hear loads of new things about themselves.

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