Life is Fragile

Life is precious.

Every day, life could just slip away. It really could.

I don’t know the exact figures, but there’s probably a 0.0001% chance that somebody you love, pick someone, could be in some sort of terrible accident. Would your last words have been enough to do justice to how much you care?

It’s an awful comprehension to realize how truly fragile life is, how breakable. Maybe it’s fate; maybe it is all pre-determined, I don’t know. Either way, every day we teeter on the balance between living and dying, of loving and losing, of succeeding and of failing. 

No goodbyes, no preparation, someone could just disappear from your life. They could just be.. gone. GONE.

You wouldn’t know the last words you’d ever speak to them would be the last words. You wouldn’t know, until it was too late.

I don’t want to be cliche, and prat on about live every day like your last, and life is short, and dole out all those quotes. But beneath the pathetic cheesiness, they actually contain a very poignant message, which I believe needs to be communicated.

Thoughts?

Fate

*TRIGGER WARNING*

I attempted suicide on the 7th of September 2011.
If I had succeeded, I wouldn't even be here. I'd have been dead for over four months.
That's a fucking weird thought. The idea that my parents might have forgotten the sound of my voice by now has really shaken me up.

My best friend might have gotten over the fact that I'd be dead.
My sister might just think of me late at night when she has nothing else to think about.
My school would have moved on, the teachers already forgetting the name of "the girl who killed herself".

Have I left anything of value behind? I don't know.
But maybe I'm here because of fate. Maybe I wasn't meant to die on the 7th September. Maybe I am destined to be sat here right now, writing all about it.

Partly, it gives me hope that there is a reason I'm here. Partly it makes me sad to think how easily I could have  been forgotten. And then another part of me wonders whether I really am meant to be here, or if I should have stayed in that bath, let myself bleed to death, let my parents find me...

Mind is fucked right now, I don't know anything at the moment.