Before it's too late

This is an old, ever-recurring thought I have in my head: life is fleeting.

My new hobby (or escape) and this pandemic brought this thought up there in my mind's top spot.

If my time to go comes, what happens to all my thoughts? My feelings? My ideas?

Gone.

I wonder...

How many thoughts, feelings, and ideas are lost every day?

Should I put mine somewhere?

Should I tell anyone? 

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I did. I did tell someone. Once. A long time ago.

It was a bad idea.

So... 

I'll put it somewhere, then.

Maybe right here.

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Last September 11, on my way to Tagaytay, I had my first bike semplang (crash). A cargo truck was parked at the side of the road somewhere on Aguinaldo Highway. Before I passed at the left side, I checked the rear for any oncoming vehicle. Seeing none, I made the pass and began accelerating.

I didn't notice that one of the nylon cords hanging at the side of the truck got tangled at the right tip of my handlebar. I was already picking up speed when the cord yanked my handlebar to the right, sending me flying forward straight to the concrete.

I broke my fall using both hands (thank goodness for the gloves), but the impact sprained my left wrist. I was fortunate that there was no vehicle behind me, and that my body went on autopilot to crawl immediately to the sidewalk. The cargo truck's crew members were also quick to secure my bike and check up on me.

I would have wanted to visit a lot of places in Tagaytay, but since I couldn't use my left hand fully, I ended my itinerary at the Tagaytay Rotonda, and slowly made my way back to Makati.

My virtual teammates were the first ones to know about what happened, and I thank them for their care and concern -- it really is heartwarming to receive "how are yous" and "get well soons". 🙏

Ride safe and stay safe, everyone!

I'm always thankful for the higher power that's been keeping me safe throughout my life. At age 46, I never had a major injury, and I pray it stays that way. Thank you, Lord. 🙏

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The freakiness of that semplang made me acutely aware of my mortality, thus, this urge to reflect about what to do with the things happening in my head... and soul.

Maybe I should just learn to be at peace with the reality that some things, thoughts, and feelings are not meant to be known by anyone else.

Yes. I should.

Before it's too late and I make the same mistake I did long ago.

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