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Today, while having "long vacation" recuperating from chicken pox, did some re-organising, re-decorating, cleaned the altar and prayed at the altar.

After that I saw some marvellous fireworks. Saddhu to me again!
It was timely, as the past few days, I've been feeling "guilty" that this house belongs to mom and that I don't "deserve" it. But reflecting on the principles of Buddhism, can the house belong to you? You cannot bring it with you when you die. Your kamma is your real inheritance. SOMETHING YOU DID GIVE YOUR MOM.

Reflecting on the fireworks again. It's like re-phrasing Ajahn Brahm's concert analogy.
A person's life is like fireworks, some fireworks are long, some are short. Some are really magnificent, some less grand, but in any case, beautiful nevertheless. Just like there are different stages and patterns in a fireworks, same also in a person's life. You live in the moment, you don't dwell on the preceding fireworks but you are present and enjoying the current one. At the end of the fireworks, you clap and celebrate that you had the opportunity to see it, not lament that it's over.