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Anything can happen between now, and tomorrow morning.
You may die in your sleep of a disease you never knew you had.
Someone may smother you with a pillow.
Your house may be sitting on a mine field and get blown up in the middle of the night.
Tomorrow morning you may die in an accident on your way to school or work.
You may get stabbed by a deranged robber.
You could step on a rusty nail, get tetanus and die of complications in the disease.
This country may get blown up.
In spite of sounding cliched, you never know what's going to be in store for you next.
You can say destiny has laid this path out for you, a cobblestone walkway leading into the misty distance. You can't see what's ahead of you, only what's beside you, when you journey down that pathway. Sometimes lined with sweet-smelling flowers, sometimes with obstacles you have to blast away before you can continue walking.
What happens when that pathway ends abruptly and there's a force that you can't fight pushing you from the back, willing you to step forward into nothingness, where you are to disappear from the living world altogether?
It's scary just to think, that you could be laughing one moment, or walking home trying to sum up your day in one word, or enjoying your breakfast at the break of dawn - and leave this world the next, without expecting it, without any closure to your relationships, friendships, career, education... your life, basically. You may not feel anything when you pass, but everyone else connected to you, will. How can you pull out paper and pen out of your pocket and start writing frantically to everyone you love when you're bleeding to your death? Or whip out your mobile phone and dial every number you can when you're suffocating?
Taking things for granted is about the worst human nature ever. (besides greed)
We know very well that we should treasure everything before it's too late, but we leave things unsaid anyway, and think that when we wake up the next morning everything's going to be the same way we left it when we turned in the night before.
Yet if you told your loved ones, everyday, how much you treasure them, people may tire of it, and then it becomes meaningless.
This world is damn dumb.
You may die in your sleep of a disease you never knew you had.
Someone may smother you with a pillow.
Your house may be sitting on a mine field and get blown up in the middle of the night.
Tomorrow morning you may die in an accident on your way to school or work.
You may get stabbed by a deranged robber.
You could step on a rusty nail, get tetanus and die of complications in the disease.
This country may get blown up.
In spite of sounding cliched, you never know what's going to be in store for you next.
You can say destiny has laid this path out for you, a cobblestone walkway leading into the misty distance. You can't see what's ahead of you, only what's beside you, when you journey down that pathway. Sometimes lined with sweet-smelling flowers, sometimes with obstacles you have to blast away before you can continue walking.
What happens when that pathway ends abruptly and there's a force that you can't fight pushing you from the back, willing you to step forward into nothingness, where you are to disappear from the living world altogether?
It's scary just to think, that you could be laughing one moment, or walking home trying to sum up your day in one word, or enjoying your breakfast at the break of dawn - and leave this world the next, without expecting it, without any closure to your relationships, friendships, career, education... your life, basically. You may not feel anything when you pass, but everyone else connected to you, will. How can you pull out paper and pen out of your pocket and start writing frantically to everyone you love when you're bleeding to your death? Or whip out your mobile phone and dial every number you can when you're suffocating?
Taking things for granted is about the worst human nature ever. (besides greed)
We know very well that we should treasure everything before it's too late, but we leave things unsaid anyway, and think that when we wake up the next morning everything's going to be the same way we left it when we turned in the night before.
Yet if you told your loved ones, everyday, how much you treasure them, people may tire of it, and then it becomes meaningless.
This world is damn dumb.
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