Something happened early this morning and this scared the shit out of me. I know, death is inevitable. We're born to die. That's how it is, right? But I can't accept that fact, that fear of the unknown. I know I shouldn't let myself accustomed to become selfish. If someone's in pain, let them go. Yet, I couldn't. The glimpse she's throwing at me got me all speechless. Feels like all the walls are tumbling down. I'm scared. I wanna cry but I couldn't. I won't let them see my vulnerability. As one of the life lessons in Tuesdays with Morrie, "If you accept you are going to die at any time, then you might not be as ambitious as you are." But accepting you are dying without knowing how, when and where is really hard to do.
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