Death

Death seems to be the ultimate reality of life... It seems death mocks at life.. the palyers of the game called 'Life'.. it laughs at us when we entangle ourselves with petty things.. which won't matter on your final day.

A few months ago, I witnessed the death of a close family member.. In fact when I met him last, we exchanged a sigh that we both knew, we are not meeting again. Got goosebumps..

With the death of the gentleman, I realised life is so valuable. It was an eye-opener, that we should make the most of everyday, should live as though this is our last day on earth. I kind of committed to myself, that I would live toward a unified goal all my life.. that things like work pressure, hunger or wardrobe won't affect me. It just seemed a waste of the precious time we have on this Earth.

Days passed, weeks passed. Yesterday, I was upset about a petty thing.. I was tired of walking that long pavement, I was upset about having missed my target, and end of the day, having missed my bus... I finally reach home, my husband gives me yet another news.. Another death in the extended family. I have met the gentleman only once in my life, however, I secretly cried. His humility, the oozing love for everyone around, had touched me when I had met him. It reminds me death is the ultimate end of all lives. Whatever you do, make it count. There is a famous saying, "your powerpoint presentations wouldn't matter when you're on your deathbed". So what will?? The first step toward happiness is to know what makes us happy and gives us a sense of accomplishment.

Today my husband witnessed a horrid accident, where both individuals involved, died.

Life is fictitious, you may be out of the game, without playing foul.

Live life, each day.