life
we couldn't see the body. but i was certain it laid covered, underneath the blood-soaked white sheets, in the middle of the 9am traffic. and without any assumptions, i knew for sure, that someone had been killed - ran over by a vehicle. it was an unsettling feeling. it was yesterday morning.
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"i headed for the window, but was held back" he told me.
i was quiet. i was listening, but i was quiet. he finished saying what he needed to say, i was still quiet.
"did you for a moment, even think about your family? your mum, who was just discharged from the hospital? if she had been there at the scene watching the whole incident, how would she have felt? regardless of the circumstances and the reasons for your actions," i might have been harsh, but i felt no wrong in being so. it was yesterday evening.
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someone died yesterday; someone else wanted to die yesterday.
true. life isn't a bed a roses. or it could well be - but pathed with thorns. and nobody said that life is easy. those who even attempted to believe that it was easy probably wasn't even living a fulfiling life.
i just believe that life is worth living no matter how bleak things seems to be. what doesn't break me will make me stronger - both emotionally and mentally.
i thought about what had happened during the span of 24 hours which had just passed. if i were to be on my death bed in this instant, i won't want to be regretting for the things which i hadn't done.
"i wish i could have handled this better"
"i hope he would be able to forgive me"
"does my family know that i love them"
"have i been a good person"
"have i lived a life which i can be proud to shout about and friends would cry about during my last days"
for life is good. everything which has happened in my life for the past 29 years happened for a reason - to mould me into the person whom i am today. i still have to constantly remind myself that life isn't a bed of roses, but what won't break me will make me stronger.
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"i headed for the window, but was held back" he told me.
i was quiet. i was listening, but i was quiet. he finished saying what he needed to say, i was still quiet.
"did you for a moment, even think about your family? your mum, who was just discharged from the hospital? if she had been there at the scene watching the whole incident, how would she have felt? regardless of the circumstances and the reasons for your actions," i might have been harsh, but i felt no wrong in being so. it was yesterday evening.
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someone died yesterday; someone else wanted to die yesterday.
true. life isn't a bed a roses. or it could well be - but pathed with thorns. and nobody said that life is easy. those who even attempted to believe that it was easy probably wasn't even living a fulfiling life.
i just believe that life is worth living no matter how bleak things seems to be. what doesn't break me will make me stronger - both emotionally and mentally.
i thought about what had happened during the span of 24 hours which had just passed. if i were to be on my death bed in this instant, i won't want to be regretting for the things which i hadn't done.
"i wish i could have handled this better"
"i hope he would be able to forgive me"
"does my family know that i love them"
"have i been a good person"
"have i lived a life which i can be proud to shout about and friends would cry about during my last days"
for life is good. everything which has happened in my life for the past 29 years happened for a reason - to mould me into the person whom i am today. i still have to constantly remind myself that life isn't a bed of roses, but what won't break me will make me stronger.