Yesterday changed everything. My point of view towards life and death, and also the almost invisible line that shows us the difference between blessing and curse. What I used to keep in mind is that there's nothing to worry about death; it happens to everyone, and there is no such thing as eternal suffering. I used to think that I can control myself because I'm powerful enough to do that, I used to think I am always safe. Life is a gift, indeed, yet it's not as simple as adding sugar to a cup of tea. Life, singular... is a journey taken by a single individual. Everyone's life is different. Every individual is different. Everyone's fate is different. Each individual's life cycle have different pattern. Back to the present reality, some were born gifted, some were born with a curse, some were born normal. What makes everyone's life look the same is that, they're all fragile. Every single thing we do and every single potential we have for a living is sinister. I could die tomorrow or next week just by resting my physical plane, an activity I always do each night. Every day is a battle. When you survive a day, the day you've passed was a very special gift you suppose to enjoy.
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