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?
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