somewhere on my way home last sunday evening, i felt something i haven't felt before -- that worry of dying.
the feeling kept me awake during the entire trip, however sleepy i was. my eyes strained to watch every person nearby, and their every movement.
it was tiring and draining.
the reasons were simple enough: my brush with violence two weeks ago, the recent spate of bombings, and that sudden realization that there's a lot to live for.
but that worrisome feeling is gone now. death is a destiny we all have.
ah! that's about it with death. it'll be life from now on. ^__^
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