There were times I thought about death.
I was crying in front of my sister, telling her that I did not know what my purpose of living was. I complained about how things were not happening for me and all I had was just the dullness of everyday life.
At that point, as a university kid, I didn’t understand just how easy it is for a life to be taken. Or I probably forgot.
I forgot that I was there when my grandfather, who raised me and without whom I wouldn’t be the one I am now, got into a road accident and passed away a few months later. And I was there when my sister told me that our uncle had Cancer and the family needed to be prepared for the worst outcome.
It was when I registered that life is constantly changing.
Perhaps, we don’t notice because we’re so carried away with trivialities and overwhelmed by the stress of our daily responsibilities, but it’s happening.
Right at this moment, hundreds of babies are being born and others are having their last moments.
Some are abusing, stabbing, shooting, and killing others; many are battling loneliness, depression, cancer, or fighting for their lives inside ICU— everywhere in this world.
