Life is Short

It always leaves an unsettling feeling whenever you found out that someone you know had died. This is the second time that I knew someone who died in just a span of a month. What's more unsettling is that these people died quite young. One was in his late forties and the other one in his thirties.

This is a harsh wake up call to me that there is a very thin line separating life from death. Who would have known that my former boss would just pass away from his kidney condition and that my former pupil would just suddenly die from acute pancreatitis? These people still have their life ahead of them and to have that stripped away from them felt kind of unfair. But death is unfair. It chooses no one and comes knocking at your door whenever it wants to. 

The fear of death has what made living so beautiful and worth it. Every second, every minute and every hour of our life is so precious that we can't afford to waste it on things that wouldn't matter and serve a purpose. I am actually afraid of dying and at this point in my life I feel like I haven't accomplished as much as I want to. Every fleeting moment that I procastinate, I felt I'm wasting precious seconds of my time. Regret is what most people are afraid of when they're at death's door. It's regret at having not accomplished anything... regret at not spending enough time with loved ones... regret at being not happy enough... Regret is a strong word and carries a lot of weight and I think we are more afraid of it than death itself. It's a force to be reckoned with against the ticking hands of time.