fragile...

I might die today. Maybe my brain will burst or someone on the road will disregard the stop sign. Perhaps a freak accident will claim my life, or that suspicious-looking backpack lying on the ground will detonate as I walk past. Or maybe I’ll drift off to sleep tonight to never wake up and tell my mother I love her one last time.
If it doesn’t happen today, it could happen tomorrow. Or the next day. The following week then.

The thing is, all of us know that eventually our time will come. But most of us don’t believe it. And it intrigues me to the point where I wonder what our lives would be like it we believed it. How different it would be if we made every minute count. If, every time we stepped outside, we would appreciate every fresh breath of air our lungs are still able to take.

Having just heard the other day about one of the guy's in my uni year passed away from an aneusysm and he had updated his facebook status on Sunday night, another from high school had lekuemia and died, and a patient whose so very healthy no risk factors what so ever, had a heart attack and now has heart failure.

It makes you realise how fragile we really are, how one little tiny thing can change your whole entire world, and the way you live. Whether it is finding out that you have cancer, or an incurable disease, whether you have a simple headache when you go to sleep only to never wake up again because you had an emphseyma.
 Whatever it may be that reminds you that life is short, believe it. And live and love until it hurts.